Dead Ringer

I laughed into the air.

The air exposed it.

It came out as a sound.

 

I laughed into the air.

It could have been the wind.

A train grinding against the tracks.

 

It ended as soon as it started.

It could have been the wind,

Travelling to a space I would never reach.

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