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these grey suits, white shirts, black shoes nice n' pressed n' shiny

new day,

old men and

every hour

retains their listless exhaustion;

half-hearts beat in their chests.

"The sky is bright today," I say, making

small talk.

"Don't worry, " he says through a concrete smile,

"we're tinting the windows tomorrow"

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makiya-green

American

Published: Mar 17, 2015
LinesWords: 940

Notes: Working as a receptionist in a car dealership weighs on me sometimes.

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