They all gather around,
in groups, at party's corners,
while she stands aloof,
only hanging at the borders.
She chimes in once or twice,
attempts at a joke she made up,
she sees the rolling eyes,
and then she just gives up
Feeling cast out and out of place,
She recedes to her comfort space.
In reading an old book of tales,
she feels a sense of belonging,
which she longingly craves.
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