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 Beneath the relentless sun, the highway unwinds

Strangers, in the rearview

pass like echoes, with stories left behind

each mile a whisper of hope.

Love flickers in the dust, a flame held tight yet far

Threads like barbed wire

tangled, yet electric

While birds on a wire linger

tracing dreams like scars

and singing of connections

that cope, or falter

and the night starts to break..