I am disturbed by your intruding,
I am worried by your presence,
I can't see you, but
I can feel you,
I'm never afraid, but
I'm bothered by your visits,
Who are you?
What are you?
Science has dismissed you...
or are you a creation of my imagination
sometimes you rock the bed, and
sometimes you put off the fan,
One time you dropped the phone, and
one time you closed the door..
Who are you...won't you behave?
What are you...imagination?
Is it you?
Or is it me?
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