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Oct 2016
Flashing lights sweep past your face,
illuminating something you don't understand.
A beat so deep your core is rocked,
and everything sounds like an oscillating fan.

A thousand people around you,
jumping out of sync to a song with so many meanings.
and for *just a moment
, you are not you,
but a lost soul glad to be home.
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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