anthology / Poetry / puzzle / shorts

Rubiks Cube

I’m a Rubik’s Cube. A puzzle to be solved.
So many sides to me, colors waiting to be matched.

You cannot pull apart my pieces and put them back.

The code resides in your mind. To solve me you must think.

Turn the pieces and turn me until they click. Solve the puzzle, answer my riddle. Be the man that I deserve, I’ll be the woman you can’t forget.

I’m waiting for the game master, the one who knows the rules. Care to play? Care to try?

Solve this puzzle, claim your prize. All you need to do is try.

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