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Sep 2012
Don't want to go out to dance.
I want to hear a band
A good band,
A live band.
Music that has a soul.
Rhythm you can feel.  
Like thunder in your bones.
Swaying on your feet to a foreign flaming beat.
Get lost on the sound of beauty.
That carries through your blood.
Into  your mind.
It lights your fire inside.
I don't want to think,
I just want to melt.
Breathe it in...
Taste it...
Feel it swell.

Nik Krutilla
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Nik Krutilla
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