Conflicts in residual memory and consciousness.
A more mellow mood with sparks of harps keeps the pulsating brain alive with smooth vodka.
Colors spin and blur in and out of focus in a dimly lit cabin. A finger circles the tip of the frosty glass, the skin indenting to its shape, flushing unashamedly red.
Sad simplicity at the end of a consuming breath.
Back curved in perfection against the seat.
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