I went in to the old flat in wellington
A few people sleeping on the floor
They were broken toys
No longer functional in a tidy world
Their addictions and traumas loud and painful
The hateful stayed outside of the party
In a sports car repeating slogans
taking their anti grief medication
That ealy morning the girls were traveling back
Back to their homes far away the fantasy was over
Their cars were so packed their faces expressionless
I thought I was dsad and they just reflected it in a wordless conversation
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