How I craved you in my youth. The bigger your roar, the less I could resist you. The harder you shook everything that was supposed to be stationary, the closer I moved in. I needed to experience you up close and personal. You brought the style to a musical gathering. If my cheeks did not tremble in your pressure wave, I was not close enough to the speakers or the stage.
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