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We rehearse small talk like evidence, split fries, plead ‘casual’ with the dark. Your laugh leaves fingerprints on glass; mine warms the bench—nervous spark. We swear we’re witnesses only— yet our hands sign without ink; between your wrist’s quick pulse and my held breath, the receipt clicks shut. Call it a second date alibi— we’re booked by our own smiles. I told no one I told everyone. Case closed: the heart stamps yes.
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We rehearse small talk Split fries, cheap salt You laugh, glass fogs I stall, warm bench We swear we’re just friends Hands sign without ink Your wrist quick beats My breath won’t speak Lights count to three We lean, we plead Case closed, we know We both know Menus turn like files Your knees brush mine Check prints in smiles The room reads fine Receipt clicks shut Two names, one line Your pulse says go I mouth “don’t show” Truth hides in plain We fail to feign Case closed, we know We both know I told no one I told everyone Case closed, we know (we know) We both know (we know)
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