Picture this.. One night it will all come together

With your hands in the air you will feel that the only space between you and me is the melody that guides us. All lines that divide us, will shape shift into curves were we all fit perfectly

You see, for we are all the same color under the purple lights, we all speak the universal language of the rhythm of the beat that fades the frames of our individuality.

Here we’ll find our common-ground.

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Here, we will become one.