Cement, wine and ear shattering madness. All concept of time shielded by a modest roller door, sometimes sneaking in through vibrations in the floor. Dancing till the blisters on your feet render movement impossible. Lying on the cool and dirty ground only to watch yourself relived in those cavorting above you.
Take me back to the little room, to the sweaty faces of friends and the ash flying through the air, to these moments of bliss.
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