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Don’t say “sometime”—fog eats that by noon. Say Tuesday, seven-fifteen, where dogs nose soup, dumpling shop by the tram, the sign with one bulb out. One drink, one loop—quiet hour. Two shoes, two chairs, hot tea. I’ll wear the hat; you bring your key. Trade two street names for ground we can stand on. Text at six-forty. Send before the nerves wake at eight. One cheap round promised, plus the right to leave. Limits hold the room like hands on either side. If the bus runs late, we start at half past and practice endings, the kind friends use: Close. Count. Breathe. We miss the place. The street runs level; we laugh and make that line our beat— a long blue hinge between us, turning. Name a time and place; watch the door take our weight and open into air saying come in.
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let’s not say sometime fog eats that word by noon say tuesday, seven fifteen meet where the dogs smell soup the dumpling shop by the tram the sign with one light out one drink, one loop, we go we keep the mercy hour a window makes it kind an end-time guards the start we wristwatch courage down we calendar the heart name a time and place watch the door swing grace no vibe checks, no clouds just shoes and chairs and tea I’ll wear the stupid hat you bring your spare door key we’ll walk the park one lap count lamps in amber rows trade two true lines, not floods leave room for later roads pick one dot on map stand it into fact small numbers beat big plans fear fades when we act name a time and place watch the door swing grace text me six forty, walk send now before you blink your coward wakes at eight we’ll outrun it with ink I booked the sticky two the table near the glass I promise one cheap round I promise we can pass finite turns the lock finite opens wide a limit holds the room like hands on either side name a time and place watch the door swing grace late bus is still okay we’ll start at half past then we’ll mark a clean depart practice the leave like friends I’ll walk you to the stop you’ll point a wrong-way street we’ll laugh at maps that lie and call that lie our beat we promise just one hour the soul believes that gate it opens like a shop that trusts a posted late name a time and place watch the door swing grace no someday, no blur clock hands, door hinge one bench, one bell soft close, soft finish name a time and place watch the door swing grace name a time and place watch the door swing grace send before you doubt
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