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4:30

by forgingpaths

It’s 4:30 in the morning
The alarm is going off next door
The people across the street are up with the baby
I am wondering what noises they hear from this house
Music being made
Laughter


Us making love
Arguing
I think of the life being lived in here
Think of how we are living it
I don’t want yelling to overshadow
The strumming of a guitar

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Posted on September 2, 2013 at 10:21 PM in Elizabeth, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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2 Comments to “4:30”

    
  1. Harry
    September 2, 2013 at 11:06 PM

    Life in a home 🙂

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  2. beeseeker
    September 3, 2013 at 1:25 AM

    Here’s to love making ‘n’ guitar strumming’ then 🙂

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