Memories of the night and the laugh of the morning
Memories rush past in the fog, drinks, dancing and a hotel room, the sun burns my hand. I open my eyes... bad idea, the flashing light to blind me without warning. I try to get eye fixed, but my limbs feel like jelly,...
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