Excitement

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He loiters around the queuing line and around the exit,

But never rides with them.

And once they leave the magic is gone.

Craving points, like a signpost, back to him.

Obsession and he are close.

They scheme together,

or rather; obsession schemes and he is used.

He means well, but the well is deep and dry.

I meet with him often, I see him as he is,

leaning on the fence checking his emails on his smartphone.

I stand by him handing out balloons.

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