Yours is a blind love.<br />
Well I, too, have fought my eyes.  <br />
I run into tables, staring at the floor until I can't stand anymore.  But you're not a ghost with holes.<br />
And I'm not the type to pretend he knows what no one knows.<br />
Oh, I may never know.<br />
Yours is a broke love.<br />
Well, I too have fought my legs.<br />
But I learned to let go.  Follow the blood flow until I can't stand anymore.<br />
See me welling in your eyes, a field of fireflies.<br />
Take me somewhere we are close by.<br />
See me hobble through your hallway.<br />
Squint to see me lead you somewhere we are us.  Where alarm clocks chirp out dust, non-beliefs are hushed - and then there's us.  There's just us.

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