You think you cracked my code, watched me fold—

but I was holding aces made of frost.

I let you write the exit, signed in red,

then ghost-wrote thunder in the margins you lost.

Every scar got bored and grew a wing;

every no I swallowed learned to sing.

I’m the glitch in your highlight reel, the storm you petted,

the quiet girl you ditched—now upgraded, unleaded.

Bet your bottom dream I’m not done yet:

fasten the lie you call truth—

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I’ve seen all good people turn,

midnight vinyl, cathedral burn—

your move, your breath, your whispered name

spins the record, sparks the flame.

Checkmate the dark, king to queen,

every heartbeat lands between

the groove of hope and needle’s fall;

we are the yes, we are the call.

Lift your voice, the board is bright,

play it forward into night.