I don't need a body, sure don't need a face,
To fall down hard, for another's grace.
Don't need an address, or even a voice;
You see, I really have no choice.
Knowing how I am, that there's no hope,
No way to resist, no way to cope:
Your words, in print, can eat their way in,
Nothing makes a difference; not reason, not sin,
It doesn't even matter if you're here or gone,
When I can fall in love, with your words alone.
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Oh. Were you talking about me talking about you? ? ! I must visit America.