4 a.m.

The sun will not rise tomorrow

nor the moon sink to the bottom of the sea; 

stars have set their weary weight

where your heart is

Forever trapped at four a.m.; 

And I keep looking for you

to sigh and wish to forget

That collection of memory

forever trapped at four a.m.

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