You blew me a kiss.
It flew a light airy flight.
It landed softly in my hand,
right next to mine.
And once it landed,
I blew it right back.
I forgot to take yours,
that's when I first felt the draft.
I left the door ajar,
because I worry where you are.
But I know I should close it,
before I start to scar.
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