3AM

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~All that can be heard is the squeak of flip flops
In the wee hours of the morning.
~As she succumbs to the sleeplessness
And the heat
And the pain in her heart that she refused to acknowledge before.
~She looks up to the stars, wishing that one would fall
And shed some light.
More light than this street lamp.

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