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I am an indecisive writer, an inconsistent blogger
with freckles on the face ​and so many opinions.

Expect a new rant on Sunday!

5/28/2017

The American Dream

A Poem

The American dream,
like a bottle of liquor
seduces you to sleep.
Hands blanketing your
body with the heat
of the years your
ancestors marched.
 
Legs intertwined with yours
it's breath all over your face
and its lullabies massaging
your aching back to fantasies.
 
It is the kind of dream
with a monster, at
the end of your door...
Holding your gains and breath
for your lifeless body
to slobber from a distance.
 
So close to taste
but too far to swallow.

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