Crash the skyline with my heels on the moon

Sweat like silver, dripping autotune

Heartbeat clicks in a lithium swoon

Delete the night, rewrite it by noon

Static lips spit a bubblegum monsoon

Your name glitches every mirror in the room

Touch me—pixelated, out of tune

Still I spin, still I spin, still I spin for you

Till the drop devours the sun

Till the lights forget we’re done

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I’m the ghost in your codec, glitch in your playback—

one bar, one shot, one body, no playback.

Your crown’s made of tinfoil, rip it off, ball it, score—

three points from half-court, backboard splattered with your lore.

I’ma copyright your pulse, sue you for breathing my cadence,

leave your label headless—Kamikaze drone in their playlists.

You tweet like you’re Titan, I screenshot you shrinking,

then drag the .jpeg through eight miles of ink and print it on toilet paper—

still flushing, still spinning, still grinning.

晨光輕吻舊琴鍵，

指尖拾起碎裂的星屑，

你的笑在回聲里慢慢溶解。

秒針推著潮水走遠，

沙上腳印被風改寫，

我卻把那一瞬藏進每段休止。

若思念有重量，

讓琴蓋悄悄合上，

留一道縫，給月光，

反復練習與你并肩的拍點，

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霓虹銹在凌晨三點，

我把你的名字寫進故障的硬盤；

循環(huán)的鼓點敲碎失眠，

卻拼不出你側臉的碎片。

虛擬的海岸，潮汐倒灌，

月光像補丁落在發(fā)燙的鍵盤；

我伸手抓住0與1的帆，

卻聽見你笑聲在遠處崩散。

若夢是唯一的合法藩籬，

請讓我在醒前抱緊你；

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Carve my name in the sweat on your collar,

lipstick constellation across your chest—

this silence is louder than stadiums,

every breath a drumbeat under this dress.

Faith splinters on the floor like pearls,

but your thumb keeps the world from tearing.

We’re a secret written in wet silk,

a red flare shot through midnight’s curtain.

Hold me till the clock forgets its numbers,

let the fabric confess what we’ll never say.

秒針墜入深海，

心跳在鐵軌上發(fā)芽，

你名字的光斑，

掠過車窗，像鹿穿過晨霧。

舊背包里，未來輕輕震動，

我們數(shù)著倒影，

把未完成的自己，

交給下一陣逆風。

時間在軌道上回頭，

替我吻你，

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