The underground rush
smelled like you smushed the whole world
together in the palm of your hand
and lit it on fire.
The music filled your ears
like rocket fuel
as the windows turned black.
The whoosh, the swerve.
You nodded your head
and pressed rewind
on the yellow Sony brick.
You gripped it tight.
You were part of it all,
alone, alone.
You loved being alone.
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