Masquerading.
No limits when hidden from sight.
Playing to the crowd, they blast music
from the pinnacle into the pit;
an orgy of vibrations moving through
flesh, bone and emotions.
The song comes to an end.
The next song beings.
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Masquerading.
No limits when hidden from sight.
Playing to the crowd, they blast music
from the pinnacle into the pit;
an orgy of vibrations moving through
flesh, bone and emotions.
The song comes to an end.
The next song beings.