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Neon saints above the scuffed placard—47 on the queue— tip jar counting coins and courage. I pick the song I always dodge, the note that knows my name. The microphone—rented thunder, warm with ozone. The barback stills, polishes glass, listening. Each ‘ooh’ is evidence, each run is how I fell. I only hit the high notes when I’m telling on myself. Keep the echo. It knows.
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Neon saints hang low scuffed sign, sticky floor forty-seven names wait tip jar counts our nerve I pick the one I dodge the note that calls me home Screen goes blue and bright I breathe, I face the light Keep the echo it knows Rented thunder mic ozone, warm and old barback freezes mid-wipe glass squeaks, truth unfolds every ooh builds proof each run tells how I fell Hands shake, I still go I load the final note Keep the echo it knows High notes hit when I confess say it clean, no dress Keep the echo (keep it) it knows (it knows)
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