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A peek-a-boo game
Rules with fame
Yet not so tamed
At times, it is trampled
Breaking into crumbles
Only to triumph later
Other times, it storms wild
Making it such a trial
To run it mild
When it is wilful
Breaths it robs clean
Sanity it flings
Yes, it… is unfathomable
This feeling of Missing You…
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