For so many a ceaseless revolving door.
The same guests always check in.
Prideful and reckless sons that flew too near the sun.
Decaying vets sitting on the porches.
Those who arrive and disappear in an instant.
Permanent denizens with nowhere else to go.
Schizophrenics and their imaginary friends.
The young who are already old.
Most of them are not done yet.
Back on the street soon.
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