that went from dawn to dawn
and hid in the alleys
and niches of regrets?
It was the same as the others
dark, ashamed, and lonely
trying to hide from prying eyes
from those who shouldn't bother.
There should be a point to this,
these words, these phrases, this poem,
but like those secrets, raw and naked,
to be ignored is what the wish.
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