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The room holds a many; friends, emotions, souls, sins.
They mingle together in their own little safe kins.
No tensions arise, no strangers, you can tell,
But I sit in the midst pretending all is well.
A pack of wolves here, Barbie and her 'friends' there,
Pretentious snobs dawdling over a pathetic dare,
All too oblivious of a single pocket of silence;
I stare out to the sky, a mind of absence.
The beautiful... golden... sun and its fuzzy, fluffy, frothy clouds,
All floating upon a heavenly blue, which radiantly shrouds
The town with affection, ...