Poetry By
Ellyn Mansfield
Published on: 11/10/2014
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I need to get away. Life is tiresome here. My requirements are simple; no farther than fifteen miles, north side of the street, brick building. I found one with rooms. I chose one king sized bed, on the tenth floor. Two double beds seemed meaningless. The elevator was fast. The doors squeaked opened. The sign pointed to the left. Room 1022. I opened the door, putting my bag on the floor. The adventure was wearying. I am bored in this location, too. Now what?
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