Happenstance
what did she do?
she made me laugh.
she made me experience a strange expression.
she made me laugh.
she was strange - and more so a stranger to me.
the laughter strangled me.
what did she do?
I would put it into words…
a poet’s style of words, to be exact..
this was the exact moment - that I laughed
she made me laugh.
and I’m not entirely convinced that this was a
—coincidence
I laughed.
longing to hide in the laughter.
exactness.
what did she do to me - exactly?
she asked me.
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