The morning is slow, heady...
whiskey in a smoke filled, dimlit room.
sunken people,drowning in the afterglow..
its a passing scene.
passing back and forth..
laughter floating in the shadows,
glowing in a smooth flash.
music is a liquid,filling up space..
holding up the frame,forming the core.
There is a stagnation around here.
there is a fear to be happy..
and it goes with the song.
beautiful garbage!
but when euphoria shows itself..believe the ride.
its only real , when you feel.
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