25th hour

This is where
I’ll be,
In the 25th hour
That belongs
To me.
When the sky
Is dark
And the world
Is asleep,
Where thoughts
Are reminiscent
And writing isn’t hard,
The only sound is of silence
And the moon isn’t far.
The only time I’m awake
when I dream,
Is In the 25th hour
That only
I see.

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