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Early morning

It’s late at night
The lights are off
In the house



No one is awake
The house is quiet
No movements

It’s late at night
So late that not even
The crickets make noise

The only noise is
My pen sketching the paper and

Writing these words

It’s so late that
The sun is
Beginning to rise again

It’s so early that
Birds are sitting in
Their nests, hoping that
The sun will go back down





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