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I bring a tangerine, thumb dents winter skin. A poem printed crooked, a coffee ring proved by heat. A cursed disco stick, Romanian hiss; a thought of you between bins and tills—evidence of motion. Hold my bag. Watch that zip. Stand guard while I drink. Keep my bike while I dash inside— you plant your feet and the street grows gentler. Lift this couch through a narrow stair; count to three, scrape paint, laugh, forgive. You tune my rough E string; I trade you a chord— ten minutes leavened like bread. Come dentist day so I don’t bolt. Crack one joke. The drill becomes a tide I can float. When fever fogs your house, I bring rice and soup, leave it by the door, text a dumb green mouse. No pledges. No ledgers—just hands and brain. Favor by favor, a seam appears. Small gifts, small asks: the path widens underfoot— a warm proof rising into the cold.
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I bring a tangerine thumb dents in winter skin a poem, crooked blue cheap copy, coffee ring a cursed disco stick Romanian beats that hiss I say I thought of you between the bins and tills proof that I moved proof that I looked pockets say go hands hold the book small gifts, small asks we build wide paths you say hold on my bag I say watch out, that zip you say can you stand guard while I take one quick sip I ask can you watch my bike while I run in to pee you laugh, you plant your feet you keep a post for me practice the care inch by inch try the light weight feel it cinch small gifts, small asks we build wide paths help me lift this couch it scrapes the narrow stair we grunt, we count to three the wall gives up some paint you tune my rough E string I show you chords I know we trade ten minutes’ skill like bread we leaven slow ask what is near offer what’s plain no grand pledges just hands and brain small gifts, small asks we build wide paths come with me, dentist day so I don’t bolt and hide you sit and drop one joke the drill becomes a tide I bring you rice and soup when fever fogs your house I leave it by the door I text a dumb green mouse motion, not price gesture, not shine proof that we cross each other’s lines small gifts, small asks we build wide paths no money talk, no tests no debts, no double bind try just a tiny yes let trust unspool and wind I stitch your torn coat loop you fix my flicker light we hang the mirror straight and leave the room more bright favor by favor we learn the seam hands write a map feet make it mean small gifts, small asks we build wide paths I will carry the bag you can hold the key we will name the small and make the big free small gifts, small asks we build wide paths small gifts, small asks we build wide paths proof of motion
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