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Thunder Run

Thunder, do not leave me.
I need your hit.
I need your rage.
I need your sudden struck, hit, hot.
Don't leave me here: mundane, singing lullaby, nurture, sleep.
Thunder, do not escape.
Bring back your raging slap.
Thunder, you running with me on that hidden railroad.
Your rage keeps me running.
Don't leave me here
or I will sleep
and captured, I will be.
Thunder, do not dare you leave me.
You are my master
who keeps me running.

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Wheatfield said…
i really like that hidden railroad line. that just seems exactly what thunder feels like.

- anne
1:01 AM
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