It's the sound and the rumble
It vibrates through the soles
Of her over worn in shoes
She fears her own desire
To run away in the most ultimate
Of unforgivable ways
The way it thrums in her chest
Building a crescendo of feelings
That are usually nothing but a bad day
She steps back, farther then she needs
The yellow line notf ar enough
away from her imagination
It passing, the rumble rolling thunder
in a suburb far far away
Never mind, she will be fine
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