The music flows through his every nerve
The loud. repetitive. thump
Of brain numbing bass
Is thrashing down his spinal cord
It's the only thing alive in him
In this state of awkward pseudo reality
He thinks he can see the notes in his head
But there's no cleff for this emotion
He knows he wants to dance
But his body is in such a state of shock
That he can't. even. move. a. finger.
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