THE AMERICAN DREAM

Each light I turn off
I get closer to the smell.
I could never wake up again, I dream.
My teeth fall out at the side
And I spit them into your hand.
You carry me all the way across America
And I cry on your sleeve
and laugh.
‘I know what you mean’,
we say.

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