A tattooed arm
in the side mirror
under the moonlit sky.
Night breeze
through the windows,
from your lips
only lies.
Blacktop
stretches on;
the engine roars;
I am gone.
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A tattooed arm
in the side mirror
under the moonlit sky.
Night breeze
through the windows,
from your lips
only lies.
Blacktop
stretches on;
the engine roars;
I am gone.
Autumn Siders 