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Doesn’t it feel nice?
Flipping hairs
Fake smiles

Liquid in red solo cup
Sipping our sanity away
Bearing vulnerable to
Spinning time rate

Woke up Hung-over
No memory to cease
Rummaging the moment
Of relief

Groaning to
Loud voices
Such a tease

Doesn’t it feel nice to be free?
Even it meant
For a moment
Of scene.


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