I feel crawling inside me
as I wake up late afternoon
it wasn't there when I sleep
I could have miss my dinner
too tired tired to even bother
with this toils of long hour
I open my take out food
warm it up in microwave
sweet smell I am hungry
I fumble my chopstick
juggle them a few steps
I chuckle; I feel great
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I feel crawling inside me in this amazing lifestyle poem. Very finely drafted and shared definitely.10