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Friday, April 30, 2010

At 3:am

At 3:am
In silence
And with fear
Of stubbing my toe
I drain,
Head to the table.
Must know
Who wrote
What happened
I will hear a creak
In the door or a wall
And for a moment wonder is this it
Is this the one
At 3:am
promises are made
About the morning
And if I don’t get up
I will face my pillow and
Mentally etch the words
That will drift away
As my eyes shut