Moonshine terrace and mattress rolled out, techno light hangs in loose effect around our phones as our pale lit faces nod and bob to the music in the beat scented air. Boys and girls are forlorn theories in this moment when our torsos sway back and forth as we watch the sound of our laughter escape in circling wheezes from our lips. Moment slips, cigarette burnt. Ashes and embers in memory.
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