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I've never been one for spectacle,
I keep things simple, like mercury.
Misty day walks, searching for dreams
alone together in the depths of February.

Although I stand closest to the radiance you emit,
I never get the fulfilment, not even a little bit.
I'm second place, and it doesn't matter
because I know that you'll never admit

that I exist. 

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