5am, This Time Again

Posted: March 21, 2013 in writing
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I couldn’t see a damn thing
Occasionally a figure would appear
Ahead and behind me
I couldn’t ever catch up
I tried to slow down
My pace evened
I can’t remember if you went with me
I’m sure I was alone
I always enjoyed the sunrise
Even though the birds would yell at me to sleep
I preferred unicorns over counting sheep
I’ll take a break, But I must wake her in an hour
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