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Late bus, winter humming— you tap a four-count beat. Steam writes small secrets on the window by our seat. You grin—“play tender.” I nod— the vents push pockets of heat. Coat sleeves hide my shiver; sodium lamps paint gold. Your laugh unseams the ceiling. I flinch—then let you hold. close the door say no more Paper cups make halos; your lipstick leaves signs. You draw slow circles; we blur the platform lines. You say, “Truth tangles.” I smooth the crease along your sleeve—mine. Snare snaps; nerves settle. Keys hush, soft and slow. Your name—brush-cymbal—shivers. I move where you go. No mask. No pose. Lean in. Eyes close— close the door say no more
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Late bus, winter humming You tap out a beat Steam writes little secrets On glass by our seat You grin, say play tender I nod, feel the heat Coat sleeves hide my shiver Street lamps paint us gold Your laugh tilts the ceiling I jump when you hold close the door say no more Paper cups, warm halos Your lipstick leaves signs You trace sleepy circles We blur all the lines You say, truth gets messy I say, that’s just fine Snare snaps, nerves settle Keys rain soft and slow Your name rings like cymbal I move where you go close the door say no more No mask, no pose Lean in, eyes close close the door say no more close the door say no more
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