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We keep what doesn’t fit. Midnight: two frequencies argue inside one throat. The fridge door alphabet walks—names the lease won’t quote. Receipts correct their birthdays; the scanner blesses it. Billboards veto billboards; I shape static, bit by bit. We keep what doesn’t fit. Carriage glass trades timelines—other selves mouth “commit.” My watch clicks one-two-three, then stalls; the inner ear audits it. You hum a jingle no one aired; I take the harmony. A customs booth behind my ribs stamps: CLEARED—ANOMALY. We keep what doesn’t fit. Make a shelf for strays: the lives that didn’t hit. Call it harbour, not disorder; tag each orphaned bit. Spare badge, spare towel, spare toothbrush—welcome kit. We inventory our misfits—then they inventory us. We keep what doesn’t fit— Yours / Also Yours / Also Yours.
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