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I'll be away for a month am I selling the American Dream? toes turn outwards we don't walk here I now have a big truck for my big things on big days am I wrong for what I believe is right? I don't think your English is bad and I don't like how we are speaking in my mother tongue I lay on the hood of my big black truck selling the American Dream Desire is a pain but longing is a tool in a world where the mundane is a temporary pattern He wears the sun as a cloak that drags in uneven ways down thin roads I moved my finger over what was once chiseled and now soft
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Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 7:36 PM UTC
Miles to you
I'll be away for a month am I selling the American Dream? toes turn outwards we don't walk here I now have a big truck for my big things on big days am I wrong for what I believe is right? I don't think your English is bad and I don't like how we are speaking in my mother tongue I lay on the hood of my big black truck selling the American Dream Desire is a pain but longing is a tool in a world where the mundane is a temporary pattern He wears the sun as a cloak that drags in uneven ways down thin roads I moved my finger over what was once chiseled and now soft
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Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 7:36 PM UTC
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