Out of line…

He blew my nose

and made me cry,

the pain, sharply exquisite.

The day surrendered

to the night,

unmindful of his visit.

Minutes raced and hours flew,

while time was standing still,

we laughed and talked,

and circle walked,

and lined another thrill.

 

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