Trusty old Tom Petty in midnight Tim Hortons
Truckstop scriptures scrawled
Inking refugees of restless dreams
Footsteps echo through my chest
Footprints shadow, trail of ghosts
Your smile in my eyes, a haunting warmth
Not to be held back by the bluest of skies.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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