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I drop your text at midnight. Twelve bubbles blink like brake lights. Bestie: “red flag, stage right.” Cousin: “girl, you’re all right.” Screens glow into courtrooms, thumbs vote from our war rooms. Read it slow. What we know. Let it show. Yes or no. Group-chat jury, say— do I go, stay? We scroll your weekend alibi, pinch-zoom hat and tie-dye. One says, “soft-launch shy—why?” One says, “he calls; he tries.” I laugh, I ghost my heartbeat, I want my own two feet. Tell the truth, not the proof. Cut the sleuth. Pick my route. Group-chat jury, say— do I go, stay? My phone: airplane. My choice. My name. Group-chat jury—hey, I go. I stay. I text you: meet at two. Verdict’s mine, not the crew.
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I drop your text at midnight Twelve bubbles blink their brake light Bestie says “red flag, stage right” Cousin types “girl, you’re all right” Screens glow like little courtrooms Thumbs vote inside our war rooms Read it slow What we know Let it show Yes or no Group chat jury, say Do I go, stay We scroll your weekend alibi We zoom your hat and tie-dye One says “he’s soft-launch shy, why” One says “he calls, at least he tries” I laugh, I hide my heartbeat I want my own two feet Tell the truth Not the proof Cut the sleuth Pick my route Group chat jury, say Do I go, stay My phone Airplane My choice My name Group chat jury, say Do I go, stay I text you “meet at two” Verdict mine, not the crew
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