He's got my nose
This beastly foe!
Quote me now,
For he has my nose!
My skin, it tingles,
My scalp, it gapes!
I fear the obvious-
My face is reshaped!
So where is my nose,
The instrument of scents-
I've lost it as of late!
It's my utmost lament!
Nathan has it!
That unruly boy,
He has no fear,
But I'm out to destroy!
And so there it is. I sit here nose-less, bathing in my own saline tears. They don't flow as normal tears do - that requires a nose. Instead they fall randomly, sporadically, across my keyboard. Snot bubbles from my gaping face and dribbles gently down my quivering chin. I can see it all. Noses get in the way.
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