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May 2012
Two in the morning
The hour from night to day.
The hour of loneliness and despair.
The hour when the cat comes out of the alley.
The hour of black skies.
The hour when I watch TV and a middle-of-the-night snack.
The hour when young teens are sneaking into their houses.
The hour of slow agony for the next hour to come.
The very beginning of your day.
Written by
Shanyla Johnson
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