To give up the game; To say
"I don't want to play anymore".
We have lost, together.
There has been no victory to measure.
I know that he watches-
my face on his low,
sad and dying voice.
They will move forward.
They will get the sandwiches.
Why tarry on so?
Well it's hard dear, always,
having to prove that I love you.
But prove it, then,
in the language that's still
easy to you.
I am only afraid of myself,
honey-bear.
You must understand this
or remain in your poseless position.
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