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Sadness Fancies Me
I do not fancy sadness.
Sadness fancies me.
She craves my attention,
She craves my thoughts.
She stalks me at day,
And attacks me at night.
She watches.
She learns.
She observes everything that makes me happy
And devours them, her the predator and I the prey.
Sadness fancies me,
And never will she leave.
Sadness fancies me.
She craves my attention,
She craves my thoughts.
She stalks me at day,
And attacks me at night.
She watches.
She learns.
She observes everything that makes me happy
And devours them, her the predator and I the prey.
Sadness fancies me,
And never will she leave.
Published 5th Dec 2013
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