2 A.M
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MatureComplete Fri, Jul 8, 201624m
It has been said that 2 a.m is a time for writers, artists, lovers and pure unadulterated contemplation of what life is and how the purpose of humanity coincides with it. So this is my heart felt contribution to all the beauty that is 2 a.m in poetry that sets into motion once curious eyes are opened.
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