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外链地址
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点击复制At the corner the wind rehearses doors
testing every hinge of doubt
I cup a fallen petal like a vow
and hear a quiet lock unclick
Shadows lengthen into soft bridges
letting my hesitation cross
A sparrow edits my breathing
removing the word “later ”
Maps appear when questions stay
their ink made from patient rain
I fold a small courage into my pocket
warm as a pocket sun
When the wind returns the street to stillness
I find a key in my own palm
The first step lights itself
and the rest learns from it