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Nestled in a solitude

High above the city.

This haven is my habitat,

All I need before me.

The wooden floors creak beneath my feet

As I prepare the evening's ordeal.

The autumn leaves and twilight,

The breeze, and the haze fit

To make things seem unreal.

Hearth and burning fire,

The candlelit arched window,

From this view I inspire.

Makes me feel

That tonight,

The night will reveal

I'll stare out the window

For hours and hours

At the glow from the city

And the cars that pass by.

The shapes in the rain,

Many years etched in pain,

Will never

Make me give away

And come

Crashing down

Again.