Early HoursA Poem by SophiaIt's in the early hours. When you can't sleep. And you feel numb. There's shadows everywhere. There's something in the corner. You refuse to look at it incase it's real. You're afraid. You feel something touch you're back. Small light feather touches. Is it a pillow?
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