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He shouted the music booming smoke like tendrils around her face tiny tremors marching beneath, the same ones that led him to this place, the ones that pointed to Her, Her, always Her. Her,                     the one beside the bar Her,                     the blue eyed specter with leather boots Her,                     the final note in the euphony known as Saturday night                                            She shouted back whites of eyes glowing against the black light, his faint neon smile revealed, tiny tremors pushing forward, the same ones that brought her there, the ones that brought him, Him, always Him. Him,                     the one muted by the music Him,                     the dark haired calamity with red adidas Him,                     the only one to hear the cacophony of night                                  They shouted                              led by the echoes inside                              into the street                              tiny tremors beautified by the fresh air                              the same ones that vibrate beneath                              the ones that marched                                                                    and pushed                                                      and gazed through the window                              the ones that lead always to her                              the ones that always brings them close Tiny tremors engulfing them Them, always Them.
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Those tiny tremors.
He shouted the music booming smoke like tendrils around her face tiny tremors marching beneath, the same ones that led him to this place, the ones that pointed to Her, Her, always Her. Her,                     the one beside the bar Her,                     the blue eyed specter with leather boots Her,                     the final note in the euphony known as Saturday night                                            She shouted back whites of eyes glowing against the black light, his faint neon smile revealed, tiny tremors pushing forward, the same ones that brought her there, the ones that brought him, Him, always Him. Him,                     the one muted by the music Him,                     the dark haired calamity with red adidas Him,                     the only one to hear the cacophony of night                                  They shouted                              led by the echoes inside                              into the street                              tiny tremors beautified by the fresh air                              the same ones that vibrate beneath                              the ones that marched                                                                    and pushed                                                      and gazed through the window                              the ones that lead always to her                              the ones that always brings them close Tiny tremors engulfing them Them, always Them.
#night#party#bar#saturday
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
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