My Visit to Arizona
Vast sky and beating sun
Everything in the desert has thrones, she said
Silent words road tripping to passing tunes
Planning bad decisions marked in ink
Always looking for a reason
Burning cigarettes down to my fingers
Sipping sweet poison
The smell still lingers from the night before
Release and forgive the crazy
There is no use to sit here alone
Crystal clear green beckons our touch
Wild wind whispers our name
Fall into the grand
Forming canyons of selves
Deep grooves of old and new
Life is a history, we are a part
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