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I count your evening in blue squares— small moons blinking above the couch. Your thumb is a calendar on my buttons: Wednesday, 07:11, robot blue. The kettle rehearses; chargers queue like commuters, hope budgeted to the nearest unit. Even the hadedas lower their voices. Dark arrives; we practice listening. Candles learn the names of walls; wax maps your fingerprints. You hold the room like a radio signal. We choose signal over noise.
Alternative version
I count your evening in blue squares, small moons blinking above the couch. Your thumb is a calendar on my buttons— Wednesday, 07:11, robot blue. The kettle rehearses a promise. Chargers queue like commuters, hope budgeted to the nearest unit. Even the hadedas lower their voices. When the dark arrives, we practice listening. Candles learn the names of walls. You hold the room like a radio signal. We choose signal over noise.
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