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Presence
Do not hesitate to tread where I have walked
For, where I walked got me there and back again
My footsteps may not be the path that you would take
But I ventured down the path
Paper's there to listen when the earth has tuned me out,
Poetry's the pillow that takes my angry shout,
And writing is the friend that never fails to say, "Hello."
It doesn't need to rhyme and it doesn't need to flow--
