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I like that quiet hush
In the super-early hours
Of the morning.
When people still use
Their inside voices
If they even speak at all.
Where the sun is
Not long from rising.
And there is not a sound
To be heard for miles.
When the sky is still dark
As ink.
When the streets are still empty.
Before the city awakens from its sleep
Before the engines rumble
And the horns blare
And the alarms beep
And humanity resurfaces and
Dilutes my
Illusion of absolute solitude…

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