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You enter—lapels whisper like theatre curtains, a pocket’s quiet metronome in your stride. Inside my chest a fold remembers rain, a crane that refuses to blur its lines. Under the iron, steam makes a small weather; I press the noise out; the shape holds. Rain left a watermark, a soft ghost— proof, like a stay-stitch, the paper practised its boldness. Pin me, if you dare, where strangers look— watch how I bloom by being worn. You have velvet to spare. I have a paper heart that won’t fold.
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You enter, lapels whisper. Your pocket ticks time. Rain folds in my chest. A crane keeps its line. Velvet at my shoulder. I breathe, I align. Pull me in from the door. Set my beat to your stride. Won't fold tonight Hold me tight Steam makes a small weather. I press out the noise. The shape holds steady. I choose steady joys. Rain left a watermark. A soft ghost makes poise. Stitch my name where you wear. Let me live at your side. Won't fold tonight Hold me tight Pin me where eyes land. I bloom when you wear me. Won't fold tonight Hold me tight
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