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[drzre]

you play peek-a-boo
like i'm a little kid, and
you're disappearing under covers
and into the darkness,
teasing my eyes.
every glimpse i get of you
makes me smile - giddy -
and then my lack of object permanence
- to comprehend where you stand -
hits, and i sit there confused
beyond my imagination, worried
you'll never come back again.