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The constant thrum
of wheels on pavement,
I hear it in my sleep.
Each night,
I dream of seashore drives
and endless oceans.
Silver threads of lightning
sew together
the broken sky,
a distant heat
pulsing beneath
my bones
and I am washed
in this rain.
The sound of your voice
vibrating against
your vocal cords
pumps through me like fog
and I hear the tires,
feel the acid heat rising
to meet the summer drops
from pregnant skies.
I hear the leaving
of wheels on streets
I won’t travel again.
I hear the road
and think of you
lying under storm-cloud skies,
wishing the rain was my fingers
folding against your skin.




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