July 2012
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My boyfriend told me to write him a poem.
Once, I hid in a closet.
I was playing hide and seek.
With no one in paricular,
no one but me.
I hid there for hours until I heard a knock.
Silently, I cursed myself for not picking a place with a lock.
I held my breath and said not a thing,
not knowing what to do.
And then slowly, the door creaked open,
revealing the knock to be you.
“Come out and play,” is what you said...
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