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Presence
at night, the house is quiet,
because all happen to be asleep.
but still i feel a presence,
begin to rise and creep.
a soft and faint glow,
like a long, lonely night.
i cannot explain the feeling,
i don't know if it's right.
my house feels so somber,
as it does feel alone.
now that i'm awake,
i wish that i were gone.
this house cannot sustain me,
and block the memories,
i know i will find them,
and they certainly will find me.
so let the walls pour it out,
i'm waiting, siting here.
maybe all the things from walls,
is exactly what i need to hear.
and if so, then i will thank them,
for helping me learn to grow.
now that faint and glowing presence,
is something that i know.
