Ceiling

Some offers burn away like dynamite sticks, exploding when truth is known. The smiles of used car salesmen widen in belief of an easy target. They slip promises like goodbyes, mechanical and without meaning. The money beneath their pillows calm each one enough to sleep at night, though they wish fortunes would rise high enough to hit ceilings.

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