The miracle of doing laundry at midnight.
Heart full
hands full
all cotton
no cups.
Dreaming of Paris and
meaning it.
Earning the take and
keeping it,
So many more inspired days
than sullen ones
clouds in shot glasses.
Four months alive.
For once I'd actually pass
the piss test
but they don't want it anymore.
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