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neon thread runnin’ through my sleeve
safety pins where they shouldn’t be
boots too loud for the polished floor
watch them flinch when i hit the door
they whisper soft - i don’t fold
chromebright grin, precise, controlled
not a phase i wear for show
it’s stitched in deeper than they know
to the ones who feel it - i’m a sign
to the rest, i’m a seam they can’t define
running through a pattern out of line
a quiet shift in a straight design
no soft edges to smooth me out
no small version i live without
i don’t bend just to look elite
i don’t shrink to fit the seat
effortless, understated, clean
the flaw inside the magazine
call it strange - i call it mine
i don’t blur the outline
i don't blur the outline
quiet pulse beneath the frame
the lines i drew before the lights
no applause behind my eyes
just a calm that never lies
i don’t chase a mirrored view
i choose what i amplify
every choice deliberate, clean
even doubt is discipline
to the ones who stayed - you know the sign
to the rest, i was never in your line
not running from the pattern - i’m the shift
change that doesn’t ask permission
no softer version waiting in the wings
no editeddown self for easier things
i don't bend, i don't perform the part
i don't shrink - i know where i start
effortless, deliberate, clean
not the flaw - the spine of the magazine
call it strange - i made it mine
i don't blur the outline
i don't blur the outline
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