Unique In A Sense/ He Says, She Says

This is a note to myself
and you need not know what I am talking about
because some things are just private
Some things are just better undefined

That was the note.

We are standing in the elevator,
dishevelled Hong-Kong superstar looking
towering
he reaches over, tweaks my nose.

He: Your nose is peeling off
She: Yeah it's what happens to people who tell
too many truths!

Re: Story by the name of Pinocchio
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