I'd rather remember you here
among the fading multicoloured lights
of a smoke-filled, pulse-pounding dream
where all our songs melted into one
and the DJ let us play on repeat
Because now your feet have forgotten
as they barely tap out a beat
Because at the place you are now gone,
vinyl isn't a life en-circled
and people cheer at 'no smoking' signs
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