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Nov 2017
I’m laughing with you.
We sit at my piano
Video media records,
and I have the pleasure of watching us toss our heads back
Breaking neck smiles.
Play back our giggles
Mismatched notes
We don’t search our own accord,
Clash of chords
corded around each key.
Sitting on that bench is wearing socks of different pairs.

I am a fuzzy mid-calf, and you are an argyle knee high.
Socked in laughter.
Phoebe Hynes
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Phoebe Hynes
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