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A mass of bodies dance together, interlocked between simple beats of an apparatus, hands raised, jumping up and down, in a state unity. Strangers, who are generally frowned upon, with absolute peace amongst themselves, led by a man on the stage before them, full of his own insecurities, and the fellows below him, with their own, but nobody judges, hates, or discriminates, because the moment the man on the stage produces a single beat, a mass of bodies dance together.
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Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 2:22 AM UTC
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A mass of bodies dance together, interlocked between simple beats of an apparatus, hands raised, jumping up and down, in a state unity. Strangers, who are generally frowned upon, with absolute peace amongst themselves, led by a man on the stage before them, full of his own insecurities, and the fellows below him, with their own, but nobody judges, hates, or discriminates, because the moment the man on the stage produces a single beat, a mass of bodies dance together.
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Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 2:22 AM UTC
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