Dedicated to you
gracing inside
on the highway.
Like a fine tequila
nights spent
alone,
naked.
I can taste you
in my sleep.
The vision
standing
behind every dream.
Every morning
between the stillness
violent love.
No
turning back now
are you dishonest
with your life.
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