We dance and scream and get sweaty.
We forget everything happening
outside of those crackling speakers
in that tiny basement club.
We remember what it feels like
to be safe in our own skin.
We become a unit, an undulating mass
of hands and arms and stomping feet.
We do not exist outside of this.
We are invincible.
We are free.
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Ruby dances
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