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Cam 2 Cam


I see him every morning I talk to him each day,
He opens up his camera, and then we start to play.
His patience is a virtue, as he toys with me,
Look at the perfect pixels, that he lets me see.
I wish just once to hold him I wish just once to kiss,
I wish to have one night, the things the pixels miss.


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