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I count the nights in neon, ten little lights still on. We kissed through half the season, we kept the rhyme, lost reason. I stack our notes in rows; I fold the till slip—go. Name the line, draw it fine; if it shines, make it mine. Ten feels right, ten— say it now, then. We practiced the gentle reveal, we patched it with sweets to heal. We wore the thrifted halos, then walked away from maybes. I set my clock to bright; I call my future “light.” I lock the door, drop your spare key in the drawer; receipt filed still, switch flipped—I’m ready. One truth, no proof. Two hands, new plans. I thumb the timer: ten. Ten feels right, ten— say it now, then. Street hiss thins to white; I step in—feels right.
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I count the nights in neon Ten little lights still on We kissed through half the season We kept the rhyme, lost reason I stack our notes in rows I breathe, I let it go Name the line Draw it fine If it shines Make it mine Ten feels right, ten Say it now, then We learned the soft-launch language We lived on sugar bandage We wore the thrifted halos Then walked away from maybes I set my clock to bright I call my future “light” Close the door Count to four Need no more Ready for Ten feels right, ten Say it now, then One truth No proof Two hands New plans Ten feels right, ten Say it now, then Street hum fades to white I walk on, feels right
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