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I wonder

I wonder where

all the inspiration

and dreams

and hopes

I have at 2 in the morning

go when I am watching the clock strike noon

because I

sure as hell am '

not as inspired

by the harsh rays of the world

in the afternoon

like I am by the kiss

of the moon in the cool

early morning

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Jun 13, 2013
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