Hemoglobin

The moonlight skipped across the damp grass,
He loosened his black tie and alleviated the discomfort of the top button on his ghostly tunic.
Lying down, the sound of rustling leaves tickled his tympanic membrane.
His hearing was dulled as a result of the past few minutes.

The salty, early morning dew caressed his face He tried to count the dim, shimmering stars
Yet his mind still raced. his heart pulsed quickly. Vessels dilated.
After removing his shoes, he kissed his wife goodbye.
As he slowly rose, he wore the Polish flag on his torso.
The moisture of the grass tickled his toes and he slowly departed.

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