I am given
A number
A key
A room
Cleaned
No any signs
of others' left overs
The bed, the basic need
Walls are crystal white
Eye contact touches it
Imposing silence crawls
Mind over the eyes
What type of bed is now here
I lay down
To free from you
Before the possibilities,
Untold alternatives
In the night or the day
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A though provoking poem indeed. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.10++++++