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Capsule HotelHarmony in slipping out of the existence of me. Rotting into bliss again and crawling inside to sleep them all off. White lights and rested heads dropping the "better left unsaid." Blending into their ambience like the background music it is. Bathing in the isolation. Miles wash off and hands left worthless. |