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Nov 2011
When we used to watch shows
In that deep dark place
Nothing but music
Noise
Alone in a crowd of swinging arms
Kicking legs
Hands around my hips
Hold on
We listen
Booming
Bass passing through
Our bodies
This is youth
This was freedom
Standing
Watching
Hearing everything
We wouldn’t say
We let our music fill
The void
Becky Gold
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