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Glint

Twelve AM
Lights are out
The city sits silent
Except one
Glance up at the sixty level building
One small light
A small glint amongst the darkness of the
Windows around it
What could she be doing this late?
You think
You wait
The light never flickers
It stays constant among the darkness
No one moves
No one breathes
It is constant
A glint amongst the darkness.





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