poem?

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Well I just thought of this and it is currently 4:28 am. The birds are starting to chirp. I should really stop staying up all night. Oh well. Here's my poem.












"Nothing is prettier than a city at 5 in the morning when the streets are empty and the air is cold. Sometimes the prettiest things are empty and cold."

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