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A recorded reading of “Six To Seven (Calendar Math)”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
You text, “let’s meet by Friday,” then, “or Monday—my day.” You drop a poll with five ways. I pick one. You write, “might—k?” Planner learns your paths; we tilt the week—the grid slides sideways. Block the slot Name the spot Tie the knot Ready or not Six to seven, babe Make it real, stay You blame the time-zone drift—oh, GMT to “I don’t know.” We chase a shrinking window, wave through glass—two panes, one echo. I ring Wednesday in pencil. You circle back in server heat. Green check mark No greyed dark Set the spark Lock the block Six to seven, babe Make it real, stay Pick one Show up No shrug Just us Six to seven, babe Make it real, stay Calendars laugh; we laugh. Phones face down; one tick burns.
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You text “let’s meet by Friday” Then add “or Monday, my day” You send a poll with five ways I pick one, you say “might, kay?” My planner wears your pathways We laugh at time like sideways Block the slot Name the spot Tie the knot Ready or not Six to seven, babe Make it real, stay You blame the time zone drift, oh GMT to “I don’t know” We chase the shrinking window We wave through glass like bingos I draw a heart on weekday You circle back on heat-wave Green check mark Leave no dark Set the spark Sign the arc Six to seven, babe Make it real, stay Pick one Show up No shrug Just us Six to seven, babe Make it real, stay Calendar laughs, we laugh Kiss goodnight, do the math
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