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2 am is quiet it reeks of silence; night slinking sleepily into day, the dew marinated-grass shimmers like the stars above and a hollow moon welcomes tired eyes wide with wonder.
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
two a.m. - twitter poem #1
2 am is quiet it reeks of silence; night slinking sleepily into day, the dew marinated-grass shimmers like the stars above and a hollow moon welcomes tired eyes wide with wonder.
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
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