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Your hoodie still hangs on my chair. A spare key rattles in a Tic Tac tin. Your laugh—ghost in a playlist— skips to the part where the boxes stay taped— the knife still in the drawer. The doormat remembers your weight; the hall learns night again. Toothbrush guarding the faucet. Sticky notes curling on the closet door. We draw a line, cross it, argue, repair— tape puckers on a carton, air finds a seam. At the jamb, a key turns— two teeth catch, then hold. Mine the tether. Now both hang loose— metal against metal, soft clink of what held. The deadbolt sighs shut. Outside, the city hums— a bus exhales; wet stone keeps the heat.
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Your hoodie on my chair back Spare key in a Tic Tac Your laugh in every soundtrack We flirt, we never unpack Doormat learns your footfalls Night turns on in my halls Lock the door Ask for more Keep it pure Mean it sure Hold my leash, hold Keep my keys, keep Your toothbrush guards the faucet Your notes on sticky closet We draw a line then cross it We talk, we almost toss it Rain taps slow on tin roofs We trade our tiny proofs Say it straight Name the states If we wait We create Hold my leash, hold Keep my keys, keep One lock One knock No lies Surprise Hold my leash, hold Keep my keys, keep Deadbolt clicks, warm release City hum, soft peace
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