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3:00am
Nights run endlessly
    slumber-- broken
The room seems empty,
eyes blinded by darkness
As it surrounds
A body that seems to be
At rest
Yet restless.
It trembles
    Tossing and turning
3:00 a.m
Twas the hour
stillness crept over the body
Alas a body at rest
Yet there seems to be an  --eerieness
Deep breathes are heard
As a feast begun
On the fears of--  those
Who awoke
        This hour
   The walls crack
    --sounds of knocks
Heard faintly
   As darkness leers
Feasting on fears
As an entity-- that appeared
peeling away a soul that resides.

    The devils hour--   they say.




    
    



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