with you, i say my lines perfectly
as if i were winning awards
on a stage
i give you a nice, ironic one-liner
the last word
is always mine.
you, staring after me
with that look on your face i
can't quite place
into the way you say
you feel for me
like you're expecting something
around the bend that doesn't come
so intently
you read like an open,
well-worn book with the spine
cracked
at a favorite place
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