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Tatum's Transitory Tales
a presence materializes from fear and memory...
The Presence
Sleepless in my humble hovel
as the hour was late,
the ending of a stirring novel
made me cogitate.
Nostalgic thoughts of lost relations,
how the years slipped by,
invoked a chilling aberration
in my curious eye.
The spirit of a past devotion
years had left behind
aroused old feelings and emotions,
faded from my mind.
It rose up in a swirling mist,
instilling me with fear.
A sight, I thought, could not exist,
but watched it disappear.
a presence materializes from fear and memory...
The Presence
Sleepless in my humble hovel
as the hour was late,
the ending of a stirring novel
made me cogitate.
Nostalgic thoughts of lost relations,
how the years slipped by,
invoked a chilling aberration
in my curious eye.
The spirit of a past devotion
years had left behind
aroused old feelings and emotions,
faded from my mind.
It rose up in a swirling mist,
instilling me with fear.
A sight, I thought, could not exist,
but watched it disappear.
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The Presence
The Presence