Huddled on the rooftop on a rusty chair
I sit, enveloped by lights from dim homes,
Across the bustling streets,
Car horns and blurry faces-
I am in search of my own.

Sunset clings to the somber skies
A hint of nightfall blends in,
Somewhere on the horizon
Like a growing crowd I can't keep up with-
Stranger among strangers in waves, toppling.

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