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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