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Fixation
Dark clouds fly low, sky's sold me for the rain
To choke me down until the world turns grey.
Until fairweather, you; that bright gold stain,
The fine glass doll, miracle's giveaway.
Life's in your laugh, by window or by wire,
The world you've promised through those glitter eyes;
Yet still you're dancing merry by the fire
While in the cold I'm left to crystallise.
Time's run, and 'friend's' a label that tastes sour.
Was it worth it? The end, I mean, for I'm
The means for you to see a ballroom hour
And when I'm gone, to treat it like a crime.
You knew, my dear. The knife is up your sleeve;
It's common knowledge that I'm past reprieve.
(The love's the worst - that I'll still watch you leave.)
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