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Rebecca Ashworth Jan 2014
there's something about 3am
when i'm walking home alone
and my clothes still smell like you
that lets me find peace

there's something about 3:15am
when i'm standing in front of the mirror
and those clothes are on the floor
that breaks my heart

there's something about 3:45am
when i'm lying in bed alone
and nothing smells like you
that makes me long for 3am

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