What is?
What is cryptic?
Is it an old sneaker that has no laces?
Is it a yellowed letter from a childhood crush?
Is it dried roses from that special occasion?
Is it the message we send when we text in CAPS?
Is it a riddle that has no answer?
Is it found in a desert beneath a pyramid wall?
Is it found in the bottom of the ocean in a sunken ship?
Is it the way you feel when you look at your lover?
Is it a poem that has no rhyme?
Is it a story that has more than one ending?
All of these questions, so obscure, so vague….
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