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D.R.O.P.










If only I were blind to your








selfish fling, and your desperate cause.








And didn't press you for the details








that threaten my physical flaws.








I'd like to come home to see you








and embrace your illness under soft light.








But then you'd know how much I really








need you.
















So much that I can't say to you








with affection that I burn inside.








You're aching from the distance








avoiding strain that's running still alive.








If only I could heal you in the sprinkling








of the oceanside.








But then you'd know how much I really








love you.



















2008-09-11