Three minutes at least,
the center between our eyes bumped
and the end of my nose dwarfed hers,
in comparison.
Laughter falls unprompted from the both of us,
small curls shaking with unfiltered amusement.
She is a contradiction in the very soles of my
feet, I ache with a need to let her
punch me again, with that laugh,
the one that pierces through the room,
the one which stops conversation.
Imagine my elation.

(You cannot.)

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