i want to write my name on a slip of paper baked into a fortune cookie that winds up in your hands. and when you crack it open (the way you did my heart) i hope a bit of my soul is released into the air around your face, the next breath you take. someone will ask you to read your fortune, and your voice will be dripping confusion all over the floor as you recite the name you have known for years, the name you’d come so close to forgetting, the name you probably thought you’d never speak again. fortune cookies are either meaningless or coincidental, but the specificity of a name proves that this particular fortune is neither; this is perfection, a fated alignment. i want to make my way back to you cradled within the shell of something sweet. i want you to crack me open and swallow me. i want to be your fortune.
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