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Laughter

January 15, 2010
By Anonymous

It's not hard to hear the laughter
if you try to remember that night.
Over powering the music.
The same few beats that kept
Repeating.
Repeating.
Repeating.
The round paper lights,
that illuminated what was
turned into a dance floor,
rather than a seating area.
The bonfire that was in the
corner, burning alone for
most of the night.
The crackle of the wood,
and the smoke that flowed
with the curves of the wing.
That faded into the air,
where the smoke seemed
to disappear,
just like the laughter.


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