What is loneliness but the absence of presence?
Alone in your mind’s pleasance
Covered by hidden leaves
Burying yourself in reams
Hiding
Time is biding
Can’t hear them chiding
No one is guiding
An invitation is sent out
To your garden of “life”
When no one comes around all you do is pout
Maybe this is why you feel so much strife
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