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2:30 am ... I shiver from the air. Its darker in this room than the one over there. Shadows in my peripheral thin streaks of light. Makes writing and reading difficult. Some call it witching hour it's the infant stages of Thursday. Providing me with the redundancy of another day. Shake hands with my demons and try to go back to sleep
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