close windows; let curtains drape
as darkness enjoy its great space
vanilla scent quickly filled room
feeling of hunger slowly gnawing
a pineapple chunk between my lips
enough to suffice shallow craving
newly gain strength showed its claws
i turn on light to practice on my putt
so many roll out of cup; not please
i keep pulling to my left; it’s carpet
i decrease approach it turns out better
self satisfaction starts to take over
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