Hotel Esmeralda

Inside this old hotel, I felt as though a ghost who had been inhabiting.

Never going outside, just looking out of the window.

Occupying one room for a long time, and constantly checking if maybe, I still have a body.Which I had, before.

I would become a thin sheet of paper and through the underground, I may make it to the chapel of the church on the other side.

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