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May 2014
once we reach our destination
we should talk about what we want
the hotel life always suited me
the walls held ghosts,
never empty
clinging to your arm as
my voice goes viral
each little mind knows it
like a cryptic song
surely that's not where it should belong
all over, pandemic, it's spreading
my voice is going viral
no secrets anymore

-c.j.
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