Nose-talgic


Lying on my bed
Like a soul dead
Digging my nose
Resting my toes with my eyes closed
I heard a laughter
Of my sister
She held my hand
Said don't dig your sand
I said it's not just nose digging
A wave of nostalgia came over me
I was deep diving into it
My sis asked, were you nostalgic or nosetalgic?
We giggled over this
Seriously she is such a big bliss!
I gave her a high five
She said yucks filthy wash your hands!
I just wiped it on her dress
and she slapped me for this
I gave her a kiss
This all I will never forget
As now when we think of this
It triggers nosetalgia for both of us.

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