In a Hotel Room
in a hotel room
born of the dust
i sat on the bed
i began to rust
from knowledge in the air
from seasonal flair
i learned in this room
i learned how to read
its just like a class
except all it needs
is more than just me
and this glowing screen
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2013
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