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I sit here in the parking lot
awaiting the connection.
Hungry for embrace,
Jonesing for your kiss,
Is the need that obvious?

No joy today,
I should simply get up
And go away.
I’ve got things to do
And so do you.
But the need is such,
To hold you, so much,
That every passing car I see
I wish would bring you to me.

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