5: 21 Am Poem by O.S. Brooks

5: 21 Am

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Up late...
My parents are a sleep
Nightmares left along with dreams
There's nothing left to see
Televisions broadcast infomercials
Snores, typing, a siren in the distance
Somebody's up with me

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Joseph Poewhit 08 May 2009

Always those sirens in the night

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