Entirely futile;
Wake up just to go to sleep again.
Wander to the kitchen - no food;
Chew on the floor tile.
Tired themes are these;
Hunger and sleep.
Slices of death;
And sustenance through what you thieve.
When things seem wrong, it's time for the mantra.
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All is right in the world once more.
A butterfly alights upon my windowsill.
Jem Community Member 
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