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| [l'heure bleue] |
The blue hour.
Those nearly morning moments.
I have a love|hate relationship with them.
I love being outside at this time of day (or was it night), when all souls are asleep, and I'm still wandering the streets like an insomniac.
With or without my buzz of alcohol and cigarette smoke sticking onto my clothes.
I hate waking up, and knowing my thoughts have been tempered by morning bliss.
That the darkness has put in another locked up cupboard by sleep.
The same cupboard that usually bursts open by the time the sunsets again.
Let me be in peace, during my morning hour.
Inspired by the beauty in ugliness.
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