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You catch my name tag with a grin, toss it back like a coin mid-air. One cherry split—red thumbs, a little syrup. You lift my hoodie; the hook stands bare. Phone light glows between us. You lean low. Go slow, we both know. Neon drips down the bus-stop glass. Your boots count hallway tile. Your smile sketches routes in streetlamp chalk for miles. No signal, still we drift lamp to lamp. Truth runs close—touch your throat. Keep it close; let it grow. Say my name, yeah— I barely know ya. Late bus exhales; rain keeps time. Soda foam ghosts our hands. Your laugh turns the corner first— I follow where it lands. We talk like cranes in after-hours light, long sentences lifting over closed shops— quiet cargo of almost, carried, set down— and in the hush, your breath finds mine. Say my name—yeah. I’m starting to know ya. Keep it close—yeah. We both know, yeah. Door clicks. Quiet echo. Goodnight—see you tomorrow.
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You clock my name tag You laugh then toss it back We share one cherry snack You steal my hoodie rack Neon flicks soda foam I text you walk me home Phone lights glow You lean low Say go slow We both know Say my name, ya I barely know ya Your boots tap hallway tile You map me with that smile You pitch the long-shot trial No map then drive for miles Late bus, rain on the glass We race then let it pass Truth runs close Keep it close Play it slow Let it grow Say my name, ya I barely know ya Too soon New moon One room No rules Say my name, ya I barely know ya Door clicks, quiet echo Goodnight, see you tomorrow
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