The art of passing through

I’ll hold on to the last piece of the night,
Before the dawn,
before the rest of the world awakens. Before city streets become filled with
impatient bodies going from here to there.
Before the smell of grease from fast food joints feel the air.
This last part of the night just may inspire tomorrow;
it just may bring about that push I need to get here again.

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