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Jun 2010
07.
The sweetness in your laugh
Held all sorts of things
Like dandelion mornings and afternoons
And the way sunlight filters through those estuary clouds
A hope of a hint of normality

And I know I laugh like a harpy
And at times I don't even smile
I laugh with the irony of fluourescent lights
Blinking so unnaturally in comparison
Obsessed with the imitation

Your laugh was full of light
And lit your skin with that quiet sunset
That slanted onto your back and shoulders
Forgive me if I was silent
If I was inexpressive and staring
Forgive me my inability
To step out of my shadows
emily webb
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