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The fast paced beats  Personified,   Echoes heard loud Widened Eyes.   The beeps and boops
"Terpsichore, please come to the stage." I walk out wearing a silver cape. My cheeks are contoured with teal shadow. I model the future fashion of our universe. My indigo tresses are pulled up high and tight.
People don’t have balls. They’ve got phones             that say you’re a Rock God They’ve got TVs             the size of stadiums They’ve got music             plugged in their ears 24/7
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