I shot her a glare. She smirked, in a way that showed mischievous arrogance, the corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly and her eyes twinkling - so lovely I hadn't ever seen them before. "Shut up. Shut up now!" I shout-whispered, and something in her came undone - she broke into a fit of laughter, clutching her stomach, giggling loudly. Her eyes crinkling, she continued to laugh, tipping her head backward like a little kid - so adorable I couldn't help but turn my back on her and smile.
"You know, I can feel you smile even when I can't see your face", she said.
I shoved her back, and a moment of eye contact made us both laugh uncontrollably.
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Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
