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Where My People At?

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I have never found my people in nightclubs

Yet for some reason I continue to search there

I’ve had some close encounters

A few fleeting moments of connection in the smoking area

Where we briefly unionise against someone’s adulterous ex

And marvel at somebody else’s perfectly balayaged hair

And roar unanimously when Kylie comes through the speakers

The notes floating on the glistening air

But it never lasts

It’s not sustainable

You could argue that it’s not even real

Outside the realm of elf bars and discoballs

And as I stumble home across the postcodes

I know in my soul

That the twisting in my core

Is not due to the tequila shots

Or the suspicious spice box

But the loneliness that seems to seep from my pores.

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