Hello little miss Anonymous,
splashing your ambiguous name in black
over my page;

You're all the same, hopeless confused souls
that combine into one, to greet me,
everyday (Hello, little miss Anonymous) .

Capitalised Anonymous, everyday I await
with an itching curiosity, for your name
on my computer screen. A hint, please,
I'm dying of suspense.

Not knowing that you will always be
you, and that will be

by Ballerina With Fins

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Here, out there...same difference! ....~s~x
Sounds very cryptic! Well, I'm not Miss Anonymous but, I enjoyed reading this. Now it makes me curious to see what you're talking about! :) Sincerely, Mary