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Single, Lonely & Ashamed
A seed in the ground dies single
not to mingle.
It’s like this sun
hot in this pun.
Lonely poems are for darkness,
with less brightness.
They do not heal
Pain is its wheel.
I’m ashamed of history
that diary
locked from the truth
lies in its youth.
Ruddapoet Rudolph
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Wash
May 23, 2018 at 5:25 pm
Good work people
Good work