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Private party
 
The social circle holding tight

long into the dark of night,

as each of them try to inspire

their companions by the fire.


But their company raises walls -

stone-cold sentinels that stand so tall

that those outside can't bear to dare

to dream of being welcomed there.


Now the hearth just looks so cold

to the people who are told

that they just do not belong,

that they should just move along.


So they turn and walk away

for they cannot bear to stay

and watch people that seem so warm

but treat them colder than a winter storm.