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Epileptic light, A hundred voices, One song, Unenthusiastic dance, Upon rolling, heaving floor, Chemical powered wonder, Takes me away from myself, Piling pleasure on shame, No sound through ringing ears, Only the silence Of too many people.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
Club concussion
Epileptic light, A hundred voices, One song, Unenthusiastic dance, Upon rolling, heaving floor, Chemical powered wonder, Takes me away from myself, Piling pleasure on shame, No sound through ringing ears, Only the silence Of too many people.
matthew-m
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New Zealander
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
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