lonely are the staircases winding endlessly,
they unravel like the hair of a girl i once loved completely,
i spilled most of my drink as i stumbled down it so awkward,
the hotel feels cold, when the love you bought is cheap.
tangled are the curtains by the window,
the bed looks so empty and the sheets so worn,
undressing slowly, she starts to cross the floor,
i examine her symmetry and pull the clock out by the cord.
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