Dance. Get your Emotions out, Get yourself narcotic, Get yourself invisible within the Crowd. Get yourself dying (a second time, like so uncountable times before). Get lost (again and again) within the music.
The beat stops. The DJ annouces another song. “Sexual Healing” by Marvin Gaye.
She doesn’t know the song. She doesn’t know the singer.
She knows that, for her, “sexual” doesn’t mix with “healing”.
Two opposite worlds crashing on the dance floor.
Sex doesn’t heal but hurt.
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And credits for (unvolontary) inspiration to “Human Lens”: