the club is packed.
When the midnight bell rang, it was fun.
pop ups of many familiar faces,
Some entirely same from last week.
As the time passes, it bores,
The music was wierd fast then slow,
Alcohol. insufficient.
music so loud but i cant feel the rythm
The same song yet entirely different.
as the clock ticks i look forward to
4 in the morning where the lights on
and ends.
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