Sacrifice
Kiss and hug in airport and she left
Jamaica
She had hair, was Luna and in love
Surprised
Worriedly; his look asked a question:
"Where's your hair, what happened? "
"With cancer my sister had lost hair
Therefore I sat in chair for the shave
Sympathy"
She and I and husband are friends
We converse
Double is friendship with this talk,
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