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A dozen roses trumpet at the door, perfume louder than the street. Pretty is a lease, not a deed; I’m after proof that outlasts weather. Keep the roses; bring the receipt— the kind that names a Tuesday. Fix the loose hinge; lug the bins; warm the tea we worked past cold. I’ll keep the thorns in water, so we don’t forget their work. Stay, and let the staying be the only ornament.
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A dozen roses at the door Perfume louder than the street Pretty rents, love owns more I want proof that doesn’t leave Keep the roses, keep the show Bring the slip that names a day Fix the hinge, let silence flow Warm the tea we let go gray say you’ll stay name the day Turn the latch till metal sings Lug the bins out to the curb Steam the mugs, we earned these sips Hold the room with simple words Leave the petals by the sink Put the thorns in water deep So we don’t forget their sting So we learn the cut we keep say you’ll stay name the day I don’t want pretty, I want proof say you’ll stay name the day say you’ll stay name the day stay, stay
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