I love you, Parking-Lot-Is-Full. When I am tired, you are there, breathing through your mouth, your dull eyes vacant and horribly, horribly wide. 

I love you, Parking-Lot-Is-Full.

When I am tired, you are there, breathing through your mouth, your dull eyes vacant and horribly, horribly wide. 

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