drink you all up

when the music is cut and the aftersound roars, animals calling, scurrying. that immortal feeling as everything seems to be floating before you, like you're breaking out, cutting off a rotting vein, clear unbroken silence. filled with wine like a city of skeletons dancing softly through my skin, feel them lurching, calling out down my legs, the beat, wardrum, soul dark sky. the wholly magnificence of strolling through the dark night, reverberating strums of guitars plunged into ears, i'm drunk, drunk on the sound under my feet on memories, touches of skin.

we can be anything, hands grasped, intoxicate overdose on hope. simple great joys.

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