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Hotel Rooms
larrylark

I have lain prone
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in those overwarm rooms
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filled with centrally heated air,
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while measuring proportions
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of bedside table and chair.
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Try as I might,
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can’t transform back to lukewarm,
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while my thoughts swarm
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over suffocating space.
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In each appointed place,
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behind closed doors and shutters,
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thick piled carpets pressing borders
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of barren walls.
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Sleep seeps into dreams
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and run through disconnected scenes
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that tell nothing at all.
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At least no more
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than the act of opening hotel doors
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that never welcome you inn.
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10 Mar 19


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sit behind your women
 — percocet

Percysett you need to get behind your own self and take a long hard look through the back of your head.

Larry headroom Lark
 — larrylark

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