4am
my stomach
growls,
insisting I
eat
poking my
skin
already cant
sleep
dog snores
neighbors dream
I lay,
just starring
zero money
to claim
future not
planned
no calendar
here,
each day I
dream
each night I
see
still I am
here
with a muse to
feel
a muse to gaze
a muse to eat
morning brings sun
and coffee that
will fill
I got it
good
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