Gold Sporks
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Hope
These empty, cavernous halls
echo with the sound of laughter
that no one ever heard.
A room occupied for a moment,
fleeting
unknown,
gone.
Here, the beds are always turned down,
and cleaned with scarlet rivers.
Rinse, repeat.
Wait.
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