Best Life
Eat less for supper,
and rest early
when my brain
can’t absorb.
Lying in bed,
dreaming the food
I love to cook
and the words
I long to pore over.
The next day
when I get up,
I’ll always be reminded
of that hunger.
and rest early
when my brain
can’t absorb.
Lying in bed,
dreaming the food
I love to cook
and the words
I long to pore over.
The next day
when I get up,
I’ll always be reminded
of that hunger.
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