Mantra

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Unpublished pieces

 

In plastic bedrooms of chain hotels,
when
I lie awake and try to pretend
I am at home.
When my thoughts turn to
familiar places and
my fingers hope to dial
the numbers of people
I know.
 
It is than I understand my
flooding emotions which caress
the loneliness that
is my mantra.
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