Screaming alone for the fun.
Dancing alone under, the sun.
One.
One with the egos' gun.
Solitarily till done.
One shell left alone as one,
reflecting alone under the sun.
The screaming now it is done.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
So solitary this poem makes a point of it. It feels lonely not sad but lonely
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