Hiding Places

These places I go

Are secret and dark

Some locked

Within my mind

And I

Can almost always mark


When they come


And whatever I do here

Never sees

The cheerful light of day

And in the cozy

Warmth of the shadows

I hide my thoughts away


And no one can find

My hiding places

In the places they forsook

The little places

They don’t see


…Not that they would ever look

The End

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