Presence
Feels like one billion seconds in a minute
Feels like one billion Minutes in an hours
without you
lost with your presence
lost without
the feeling the tense
I get with you around
I feel so bad and yet so well
the RAWR of my stomach,
with ever step closer
the door standing there screaming waiting
for your walls to fall
Fear of falling
Falling from fear
Moving two hearts closer together beating as one
Being controlled with remotes like any other
Waiting every minute of everyday
For your
Presence
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