Necessity
Here I am stranded all alone,
Without a single soul for me to confide.
And with my desire now shone,
There is nowhere for me to hide.
There are no friends here,
Or anyone so I can play.
I want someone dear,
And I want them to stay.
There is nothing to do
On this grand mass of land.
I want someone like you,
Instead of this sand.
As much as I need interaction,
I am also in need of your compassion.
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