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Four in the Morning

The wind sings in the empty bottles

and a pulse on the air

a heartbeat

laying, in unfamiliar poses

indecisive

sleepless

so quiet

no soul breathes,

nor ponders these things

we are alone in you

the sickly red night.

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Published: Oct 6, 2010
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