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Oct 2014
4:54am
and the clock is ticking ridiculously loud
almost like it's deliberate
And the skies are somehow getting brighter
but the grey is unchanging
Through the window the buzz is getting louder
and I'm not sure what to do
The wind is shaking that old tree dangerously close to the house
but I'm not that scared for if it comes through
morning thoughts
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