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Peekaboo
Peekaboo I see you No I don’t I feel you No I don’t I hear you No I don’t Where are you? I am here What is love? Why can’t you see how much it hurts when it disintegrates into little pieces.. like fingertips?
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I like your poem. ![]() Yes, it is like that. My T cancelled last week, so I've been very lost, until this morning when he rang and said, 'I'm back!' (((((((((( MissCharlotte )))))))))))) ![]()
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((((((((((((( MissCharlotte ))))))))))))))
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"Peekaboo" will definitely be the new term for "object constancy." ((((((((MissCharlotte))))))))
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((((((((MissCharlotte)))))))))
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ah.. i have trouble with "peekaboo"
i may recite this.. i'd like to recite it to T, but THAT will not happen very nice.. poetry is alive, remember.. we believe |
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