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"
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
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"
Working as a receptionist in a car dealership weighs on me sometimes.
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