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The hour I keep finding at 3am
Nobody asks the night for an alibi. I’m starting to think it should.
It happens when the rest of the world goes offline. The silence is loud enough that you can hear the clock ticking again.
I’m awake, and I don’t know why, but I’m here. This is an hour that belongs to no one.
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