Exceptional Sometimes a Good Thing... Anonymity by Artasylum Rhyming Poem contest entry

Alone in the crowd; I blend in well.  Bodies pass by… too busy to dwell.  Barraged with life's sounds, suffused with ambient noise. I hear each disembodied voice--  bereft of all joys. A brisk wind stirs! Pulling my hood down tight… magically I disappear with the faltering light.  ***I'm Hiding in Plain Sight*** Recognized

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