What keeps me alive.
Sweet sounds. Oh those sweet sounds.
120 beats per. Pure adrenaline and rush
of emotion. There's the stuff that makes
me look at the ceiling or sky and just think.
There's that electric feel to which I'm a conduit.
Like a current running though my veins, urging me to
Shake, Shiver, Sweat, Pop, Lock, Kick, Spin, Jump, wail,
Flip, Flex, Groove, Tap, Stomp, Break, Sing-along, Repeat.
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