When I hear a car on the road at 3am I dream such dreamings.
I used to be a 3am driver myself in my wicked, wretched past.
Always with my heart stapled to a bleeding sleeve.
Always with a fire in my chest.
Tyres on the road at 3am make me quiver.
Especially in the rain.
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**big hugs**
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