I have it around me;
Its traces on my pillows,
Or the clothes you previous worn,
Or the hat that has been torn.
The magnetism it bears,
The scents that explode with wood,
Attracted to a desolate heart of good,
Your essence can change the mood.
Your endearing presence,
Which you unaware of,
Has stirred a guarded soul,
Wondering when will it go?
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