3:28am

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Every morning I wake up at 3:28am
I feel him
Even though he's not here
His fingers tracing down my spine
He whispers softly to himself
Trying not to wake me
Unaware my eyes are open
Filled with tears
I can't make a sound
My mouth hung, lip quivering
Frozen yet the clocks still
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock

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