Hot Springs

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Sitting in a hotel lobby
She reads to rid the frustration
Of lust unconquered
Lust unappreciated 

Quiet and cold 
She pretends she is not there
Eyes slowly peeling the page
Words blurred and swirled 
She concentrates harder 

A couple stirs her way
Agitated she looks up in a huff 
Imagining where else she would rather be
She doesn't deserve this shit

Tick tick the old clock goes
Colder the emotions get
No end in sight
Her eyes wander across the languid room 
Ornament filled with decadence 
Lost in an era of want
How could this have been a great idea?



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