Stranger in the crowd,
Looking for my glass of wine,
Scurrying for a trip.
Looking through the door,
Watching the stray dog snooping around.
Music, dance, dungeon and obscure faces,
Smiling at the shallow walls of wood.
Mocking at moon’s passion.
Thinking about someone.
Thinking about no one.
All set to fall in love,
All set to be bonded in dreams.
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