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3 AM

There were few things that brought the sparkle back to her eyes.
But the way he'd call her Angel before preparing her destruction would get her everytime.

She never had the guts to tell him, but he was the reason she was still alive.
They spoke of stardust and souls being bound upon creation...
But never humble enough to tell him that she needed him.

She needed him in the way she always had. In the middle of her sleepless nights, cold feet pressed against fake wooden floors.
The trembling of fists and sudden pounding from deep within her throat.

Coping meant keeping herself busy to not feel the longing that crippled her. Writing lucklustered poetry about him at 3am,
because the English language had yet to come up with words that could do him justice.
Written by CeeCee-Elaine (Nugz)
Published
Author's Note
The words never come unless the clock suggests they shouldn't.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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