Hotel Mornings
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\"Let\'s Drown,\" You SayA Poem by Hotel MorningsWe dance around Hurricane glasses laughing at every drop that slithers down our callused fingers. |
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Beauty in a Back AlleyA Poem by Hotel Mornings |
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Temptation of a Bed FrameA Poem by Hotel Mornings |
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Naked MorningsA Poem by Hotel Mornings |
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Tramps Like UsA Poem by Hotel MorningsTonight in parking lots we are concrete gypsies. Asphalt blisters under our toes. |
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