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3:12 AM Quiet air swirls around vacant parking lots Encirling us. There are no people to compete with us- The oxygen is more than efficient to our ever yearning lungs. We become close with each passing hour- So much that they know exactly what i'm saying Without ever having to say a word. We smile, the first for each of us all week, And empty our hearts of our oppression and rage Allowing us to laugh - together. He opens the window to allow the fresh air To flow to his bare chest. His well defined body is outlined by his shadow.. And his dark eyes glisten with the passing of a distant car's lights. He stares at her intently as she sleeps beside him- Memorizing every feature about her. His finger touches her chin Tracing it softly. He sighs Placing his head back on the pillow beside her. She stands in the middle of her chaotic room. Her fists clenched, her teeth grind. She crys and no one hears her. The radio plays softly, filling the void. Her parents sleep soundly a few doors down. She starts to shake - it is getting hard to breathe. She paces... She is dying at the age of 14. Friends bond; Lovers sleep; Children die. Everyone seems to be sleeping But somewhere at the same hour.. Everything is happening.. All at once. |
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