I blew a kiss from my bedroom window, giving no thought to where it might land.
It touched the cheek of a pretty girl, who smiled at me and walked on.
The next found her in the orange grove, and she blushed and asked me my name.
But I said nothing. It was just a kiss.
When I blew the next, she swatted it away. Now she walks with another man, and I can only watch as they pass by my bedroom window.
I curse her for leading me on, when my only crime was to blow an innocent kiss.
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I want to read the dark version. I feel like this almost hits the mark, but not quite.