HAPPY NICE DAYS TO YOU
Caught up in the rhythm of the bus she pressed her nose even closer to the glass/ intermittently gazing outside as a whir of foreign obstacles rushed past/ her mind fixated on the past/ too filled with memories to take in the outside world/ it seemed strange really/ the welcoming signs of an unfamiliar city would usually be more than enough to draw her in/ but the flashing neon and artfully scrawled symbols on the signs outside left her empty/ all the while she yearned for a solid/ grinding beat/ to be wrapped up in tingling melodies/ deep and dark in the bottom of some club with his hand clasped tightly in hers/
[have you ever felt the bass inside you/ like really deep down in your soul/ so entwined in your body that you can't tell if your dancing/ convulsing/ living/ dreaming/ being the music]
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