No escape

Posted: January 27, 2015 in Andy Smith
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the empty hotel room

was as cold

as her heart

a chamber of

icicles as red

as the midnight sun

that never sets

frozen in time

like the insects

in an amber mausoleum

trapped in resin from

where there is no escape

for the insects

for the sun

for me

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