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We are strangers Yet my heart is open to you Soon to be neighbors is the American Dream Not a greed machine feeding nothing but Chauvinistic pleasure Nor is learning how to hoard resources to one side of a body or border an active vision anymore Instead this night aspires for green trees untouched except by skin, a home and morale for the fallen and free, even more varied cuisines All faces spring forth just as fluently here, no need for same speak as we may share a smile and nod just as easily, duly noting Our colors and diversity, who is suitably similar to the landscapes travelled throughout the states, a testimony to Our uniquely cultured experience which yearns to preserve forever under sparks and sprinklers in summer when things grow for all; For me, for them, For us, for We.
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Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
America Dreaming
We are strangers Yet my heart is open to you Soon to be neighbors is the American Dream Not a greed machine feeding nothing but Chauvinistic pleasure Nor is learning how to hoard resources to one side of a body or border an active vision anymore Instead this night aspires for green trees untouched except by skin, a home and morale for the fallen and free, even more varied cuisines All faces spring forth just as fluently here, no need for same speak as we may share a smile and nod just as easily, duly noting Our colors and diversity, who is suitably similar to the landscapes travelled throughout the states, a testimony to Our uniquely cultured experience which yearns to preserve forever under sparks and sprinklers in summer when things grow for all; For me, for them, For us, for We.
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Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
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