The hotel I live in is like a motel.
Surrounded by vast parking areas, sleeping tracks, friendly trees, a moving highway and flat fields.
People come to have dinner and go.
Few stay here.
My soul is a motel.
I come and go.
I don't stay here.
For long.
I feel alive.
Surrounded by vast parking areas, sleeping tracks, friendly trees, a moving highway and flat fields.
People come to have dinner and go.
Few stay here.
My soul is a motel.
I come and go.
I don't stay here.
For long.
I feel alive.
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