The quiet moments

The quiet moments

Is it in the quiet moments
the stillness
we feel most alive?

outside the club
the dark of our bodies
still resonating with the bass

dragged behind us
fragments of lyrics and melody
the collapsed rags of our wings

fingertips tingling
sharing the smoke with a stranger
evaporating beneath the cold stars

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