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my heart was in my throat as I kissed her
and she could taste it too
The American Dream is our sick
slick
slobbering
set of slackjaws
wet-mouthing
nothing
out here
in the desert
out here
among the dry bones of my masters
just praying for a spark
Our car is parked in an ocean of sand
(nobody will ever find us)
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