Heartbroke City

We drove by the car shop to meet your dad, said he talked to a fellow, a local mechanic who wasn’t afraid to let him know his career wasn’t a real job. Early morning shooting of dreams, only to launch the conversation. There’s a language spoken here in silence: cruel realities and even curler dreams.

PG

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