It is hard to find shelter

When strangers swell into a crowd

Pooling into a stream of joyous colors

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The day’s work is done

Discarded with ease

They sway loose through the night

With their full glasses high

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Trapped beneath these facades

The meek trail in their shade

Filled to their scalps

With their home-brewed lies

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They’ll grow in stature

With each bar-side chat  

Shared with lost kin

Bound together in the static