Found an old poem; I wonder what I meant by it

the coffee in my stomach is eating up all the memories
the girl and her dog in my apartment
we make love in my room just in case
the coffee eats up the pictures
she asked to ignore the equation we’d agreed upon
it’s no longer a dream
i hear the souls squealing in my stomach as they are consumed
i’m ready to wake up and begin

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