stood still until someone
arrived.
lonely
and lost somehow
though with
the bed made.
the bath clean.
water in the short box
kept cold.
the magazines stacked
to one
side
on the shiny glass
table top.
the curtains parted
just so
to let in the city light.
the room
felt like a cake about
to be sliced.
but just for
one night.
one slice.
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