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You text a window: late. The porch light learns to wait. You stamp a kiss on tape; you swear, I won’t be late. My browser breathes the page; I pace the hallway stage. Scan the code. Hit the road. Say you’ll show. Let me know. Out for delivery. Come to me—hurry. Your number pings, then sleeps; the spinner turns and creeps. Label made—the promise stalls. My coffee counts in sweeps. Map dot slides up my street; my ribs keep backbeat heat. Clear the air. Be right there. Ring—don’t dare disappear. Out for delivery. Come to me—hurry. Hold line. Green sign. Door chime. Right time. Out for delivery. Come to me—hurry. Steps on wood; keys shake. Tape’s tang; dusk thins to slate. The latch gives—air breaks. You’re here, for real. I let go—hold.
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You text a window, “late” I watch the porch light wait You stamp a kiss as crate You say, “I won’t be late” My browser breathes the page I pace the hallway stage Scan the code On the road Say you’ll show Let me know Out for delivery Come to me, hurry Your number pings then sleeps The spinner turns and creeps “Label made,” promise keeps My coffee counts in sweeps Map dot slides near my street My heart drums backbeat heat Clear the air Be right there Ring, don’t dare Disappear Out for delivery Come to me, hurry Door chime Right time One line You’re mine Out for delivery Come to me, hurry Steps on wood, keys shake You’re here now, no mistake
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