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the old hotel

The last image fades

Only monsters remain

But they are fake

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Only the smarmy boys

With the loot their fathers stole

And the sexed up girls

Without their clothes

:::;

We are so nebulous

So subliminal

So obviously foolish

And so superfluous

//

We write the songs we are afraid will be sung

We touch the girls prematurely

To destroy their love

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the image of a child's face

Fades into darkness

As we fade into obscurity

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We loved so pensively

/

Hence we never truly lived at all