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At a hotel room in Royal Oak (Free verse) by horus8 Sleeping the day away
upside down on the couch.
The mailslot in the door would open,
With a box of light, indiscriminately.
A set of eyes.
The voice.
"You got your rent?".
Silently,
I put my pants on,
and let the question
answer itself.
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