Urban tribe
All friends unite
Meeting tonight
High crisis
Domestic breakdown
Have to face it
The line is crossed
No return
Trauma ahead
A wake it is
An end of love
A termination of friendship
All hands on deck
Bring your own poison
Liquid preferably
And some hankies
Sweet and bitter memories
Darker secrets will be shared
No closing time
No personal evasion allowed
Together we cope
Be there or else
All for one and one for all
We are the urban tribe!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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