The pulse,
everything within that moment revolved around that one pulse,
the room gathered and scattered around it, i
t flowed through veins and exploded into loud expressive motion,
when the pounding of the hard beating pulse faded,
the room emptied,
and a night of pure racing veins and explosions ended with the reassurance of tomorrow's newer and louder beat
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