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Blind Love
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Letters To Andy Quite silly, quite naive
for me to believe
there's a light at the end
of this tunnel I see.
With your hand in mine,
our souls intertwined;
oh, what a shame
for my state of mind.
But your laugh's so deceiving,
your smile so misleading--
How can I infer
When your stare is all I'm seeing?
I'm suffocated,
or, really, intoxicated
by this game
that we've created;
You glance my way,
I look away...
I turn a shade of red
from the reticence arrayed.
How can I win?
Shall I begin
to lose all hope,
or to let blind love win?
