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HOTEL TRIAMINIC

Present arms

I am staying in a tourist
Hotel that looks on the bay
The water is shining white
Apparently with jellyfish

In this hotel there are
Thousands of silent meanings
But I am not one of them
Everywhere gold is death

Between restless

Bowls full of water on the
Floor arpeggios ink in the
Sun is triaminic steam feel

Years

Because we're listening you
Ought to lean back immediate

Lurid bee on a back door
Looks surprise