I've got a book of dreams,
dedication page written to myself,
signed by me,
a collection of empty coffee mugs,
placed strategically around my
desk,
one unused AAA battery
without a match,
a jumping spider hunts on my windowsill,
I don't have the heart to tell him
I've got no food,
he jerks, stops, starts, jumps,
rotates 360 degrees, now explores my desk,
makes his way back up white apartment walls,
I check google mentioning his marks,
close the page before the close up
the loading skeletal screen,
there are times, sometimes,
and somethings are best left unseen,
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