europe is the last drunkard
at the party tonight.
Broken glass is at our feet,
yet oblivious
we dance...
self-assured in the liquors
not growing but only fake euphoria,
self-induced,
the race is on,
but the party is coming down,
we still don't know what a low looks like
but we are sure
to be left behind,
no longer the amicable host,
but the loser no one wants to be seen with.
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