haunted neon fingers
flicker over the paid for room,
as the desperate linger
under it's auspices.
pay once, stay forever
isn't posted on the sign outside.
perhaps we'd all be more choosy,
if we knew this stop would be our last;
this shadowed precinct,
our souls only habitude of eternity.
this room will never
be a single again.
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