Dusk and dawn didn´t recognise each other
as they had never met before.
Beer sticky stained pavements and abandoned stalls.
Gripped onto barstools sporting riled hangovers
were the jolliest of them all.
Even though half eaten hotdogs, crumbs
and stale alcohol littered the place.
Hints of joy still reflected off broken faces.
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