Our dreams so small American
big under the magnifying
glass that is more than a little dusty
images appearing so large
Our fingers waiting for ourselves
action we took no looking back
faces memorizing lovely smiles disappearing
Where are the trash cans for the trash we are not
Their words will eat them some day
then they will know what we have been
leading me back to your face
fearless hearts faces naming
dreams counted on an inch
given another mile wide moon
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