Deep into this well-kept secret garden
I stumbled, without a word of pardon
At what looked like the eleventh hour—
Late, maybe; but never a wallflower
Your loves, your losses, I breathed them all in
Through a new language no longer foreign
Reading the works of this oligarchy
I’m not sure what to write on my marquee
You, you, and you… I’m thrilled that you exist
Only time will tell how long I’ll persist
In this game, now our shared reality
Regardless of shifts in affinity
Nose Prose 
Wow wow wow where have you been hiding this 😯
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It just came out. 😉
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In perfect ten syllable rhyming lines even. 😎
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Very observant! 🙂
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I like to do the same tricks…..
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Whatever you have been doing seems to be working quite well, wouldn’t you say?
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Small talk is my real secret
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