Thoughts:
You say that I don't dance.
But how can you know that?
How can you say that?
Perhaps you've just never seen me.
Perhaps I don't dance to your music.
That doesn't mean I don't.
When the music feels like the gods drawing breath.
And the pounding bass thrums in your ear, your mind, your soul.
Until your pulse follows the beat.
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