I don't know about anyone else but music has a physical effect on me.
Be it a creeping in the spine, an involuntary yearning to shut my eyes and take a deep breath because i seem to have misplaced how, or in the case of Black City Lights, the inward tug at the base of my ribcage that is both hurtful and heartening.
I wouldn't exchange these brief but cherished kinetic reactions for anything offered.
I just wouldn't.
Nay.
I couldn't.
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