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You arrived on my doorstep like unscratched lottery ticket,
ignoring every snuffed light. When I opened the door,
your mouth flashed like a tangled string of Christmas lights.
I remember you easing your shoulders into the frame, waiting.
I remember my small hands, how they palmed both sides of the door.