In a hotel room on
an unusually mild night
for March, the room is stuffy
and the toilet tank fills too loudly,
but the state is mountainous, scenic,
with that big lake and this college
town.
For a minute, you sleep,
and dreaming you write the first line
of something
I never asked her if she loved me back.
an unusually mild night
for March, the room is stuffy
and the toilet tank fills too loudly,
but the state is mountainous, scenic,
with that big lake and this college
town.
For a minute, you sleep,
and dreaming you write the first line
of something
I never asked her if she loved me back.
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