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The Many
Shadows in the bedroom
a fog is in my mind
Faces in the mirror
voices not so kind
Alone in so much company
none of it makes sense
Lock the door in silence
every muscle tense
Who visits us this evening
what presence steps in here
What memory comes to haunt us
the Littles hide in fear
Should I cry and mourn the losses
tear drops in a line
I think it would be hard to do
the past it is not mine.
