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I keep secrets brighter than scissors. Hair falls in commas; new selves begin to sentence. News arrives cut into ribbons— soft politics, hard love, a raffle of dreams. We learn each other by reflection: that laugh, those tired shoulders, how courage sits once the fringe is right. Talc lifts; the cape rustles like rain. The radio argues with the hairdryer—both win. I send everyone back a little shined. We braid what we can keep.
Alternative version
I keep secrets brighter than scissors. Edges fall; new selves outline. News arrives cut into ribbons— soft politics, hard love, a raffle of dreams. We learn each other by reflection: that laugh, those tired shoulders, how courage sits once the fringe is right. The radio argues with the hairdryer; both win. We send everyone back a little shinier. We braid what we can keep.
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