“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!” I scream blindfolded.
“I’m coming…”
First I bid my true feelings and thoughts to hide from plain sight
They secured themselves in safe nooks of my subconsciousness
Now I am on the prowl, seeking inspiration at leisure
“What’s poetry?”, the teacher asks and I answer
“A game of hide and seek
For writers and readers alike
The words of the poem echo
Come, play with me!”

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