You’ve carved yourself a little niche

behind my lids at night,

with a presence so enchanting

it absolves my will to fight.

I listen to your footfalls

as they creep around my mind.

I chart a course of echoes

and i know what they will find.

The place you’ve taken residence

now I’ve given you the key

make yourself at home my dear,

I hope you like my me.

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