Palpitations of Good Noise
Oh when the base drops.
Beads of sweat flying off of warm skin.
Lights a flashing in
synchronized motions.
Teens giving off imperial notions.
Beats collapsing in to voids.
Tunes in constant states of flux.
A boy turns and tucks.
A girl leaps and flings.
More people crowded into these things.
Increasing pleasure
brought by good measure.
Oh when the base drops.
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