hotel rooms with you
burn like vodka carpets / my
conscience cannot bear
the hardship we left behind
but then the room service came
we stole pink sugar
packets as evidence of
the loneliest nights
but then I realised that
the jazz music was fading
Courtenay's Corner 
Vodka jazz is a grand improvisation of loneliness that takes room service to erase the memories that were to become a fiction on ice.
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I love the vibes of love awakened to memory only to be hit by a beautiful tinge of sadness at the passage of time!
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Thank you, Jaya!
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