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I find hope in hotel rooms

With their stagnant similar art

And their odd water pressure

Naked in those strange rooms

I could be anyone

I could be you

Curled up in your skin

Lying within your frame

I wish we could inhabit other people

So I could see your smile from the inside

Like those happy paintings

That become sad in their surroundings

Big strokes of color

On the beige walls of 30 dollar hotel rooms

I wish I could be in you

Sneak out your secrets when I leave

Take with me your tiny childhood memories

And your mini hand soaps

Wash myself clean in another body

Then lug my baggage out through your lobby

So happy to be going home