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4 AM cars

Always blue or almost black

They have their wipers on although it’s hardly raining

Roaring past

The sound they make

It only echoes for split seconds

Almost spaceships

Almost homes

So violently alone and balanced with yourself

That if you felt something

You’d probably cry your heart out

Wondering if the passing drivers share the thought

Because at 4 AM it’s the only one you get

Your face is too far to recall

Not sure you existed after all

I wish you said to me

We’re almost there

4 AM bars

Feel like talking but you won’t

Because you probably would not make much sense at all

Then stumbling home

Completely soused and disconnected from the world

Sleep is closer every footstep

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