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2018-03-09
redotel


I died and went to a house of red wine and red curtains. Spoke a language of fog and distance. I put on a suit and applied for desk clerk jobs in the cult hotels of Norway.

Here comes the bell. Here comes the mirror.

Drinking red wine behind the desk of Norway. I pet the taxidermy. I seek an afterlife in windowpanes. Hopelessly in love with streetlights in snowfall.



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