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Once upon a time
a story from way back
derelict warehouse district and an old produce floor.
chasing contradictory drinks from one of the two bars
one to sharpen, one to dull
the rave on the inside, the band playing out on the loading dock stage
coloured lights and dissonance and the rhythmic thrumming of the beat seeping out into the hot june night
dance and drink and pop the occasional pill until last call and then just stick to soda and pills and keep on going til the sun is up and then drink some more when the bar opens up
going home
saturday afternoon long enough to catch a shower and a nap and then back again until sunday morning, walking through the unconstructed city streets in the first light of that morning when the towers that gleam in the sky i know now were decaying spaces and fresh pits in the face of the city
dreamlike quality of the sunbeams reflected off the glass walls when light first broke over the horizon
knocked down, consigned to hazy memory
long since gone
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