3am .. ..when the night steals the silence to confess it's deepest secrets to the moon ..when the stars are whispering promises to see the sun soon.. 3am.. ..when memories become warped flicks playing haunting goodbyes and cosmic hellos on repeat... ..the time when your past brings nightmare soaked sheets.. 3am .. ...when lust is leaking from your thoughts ..and yearning is coating your pillow talk....it's the time when peace and sleep are formed...
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