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The Power of Three

We watched the sun rise and fall
Three times
We kept odd hours back then
Partly from the blow, but mostly from the fear of being sober
I always liked dusk best; for the coming dawn horrified me  
With it came regret
With it came pain
With it came the longing for something more  
But as the slow hours passed
With drinks and laughs and darker cravings
We were happy
Better broken  
Or so she claimed
She was right  
Untill dusk came at last

 
 
 
 
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