the room is full of stumbling people
a red plastic cup suits half full in my left hand
vibrant frayed helmets scattered across the room
white smiles and half dazed gazes
the ticking circle holds anxious glares
hundreds of voices chanting
someones haunched shaking over the toilet
laying slumped behind the couch
never made it all the way
bottles will be emptied
cups will topple over
the partys just begun
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