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inebriated music

i miss music with you. i miss the late nights, drunk and high, packed into your band room.

Up stairs the drunkards play card games but we hid away. it was a dungeon of a basement. and i cant remember any faces but i remember cracking open beers for tyler as his fingers strolled powerfully on the bass strings, so he wouldnt have to stop the flow.

i remember the way you banged aggressively on your drum kit, there was so much untapped energy inside you.

and Fork would jump and mob around with me because so much noise filled that tiny white room it took up space in my chest. and you just had to move. The potential was endless you just had to move.

-park

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