Riding
Get Em
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Party Party Party
Cups stacked along the corners of a torn house
Aligned like a house of cards, fragile
Reeking of booze, alcohol
Oops spilled some on the floor
Odd movements borne from suppressed bestial appetites
Took a step to the left and fell through the floor board
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