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Sitting on curb with you
In a sea of asphalt
Under a grove of street lights
Illuminating the night

Into the wee hours
Sweat drying
Blood congealing
Our Parking Lot Sanctuary

Just you and I, Talking Deeply
While they sleep
As a few cars pass by
Going nowhere

The strip mall blues
Answered with chipped concrete
Splintered wood and urethane graffiti 
Out here Night Blooms Something Real

Sitting on a curb with you
Talking Deeply
Our Parking Lot Sanctuary
Flowers of the Street