night moves quietly
with an awkward glance
at your bellowed laughter
i smirk, then
grin, then sheepishly
giggle at the horizon
that is
a feet and a half
in front of me.
with an awkward glance
at your bellowed laughter
i smirk, then
grin, then sheepishly
giggle at the horizon
that is
a feet and a half
in front of me.
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