Cia Frizzell

when i was a child i did not name things i loved
'this is my favorite marble'
would always lead to somebody asking for it in a game of keeps
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Instead of cleverly manipulating language
Just these words for you, my darling

I am.
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'you kiss me like you really mean it',
he told me once,
not as a compliment, more of an accusation.
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eventually, you will reach the point
where there aren't even memories
just memories of memories
of things that seemed so important at the time
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she sees beauty in everything

the abandoned factory with its broken windows
telling stories about times gone by
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the junkies always picked queen and bowie - 'under pressure'
and the gi's chose 'take me home country roads'
as for me, i don't remember what my favorite was that year
probably something german and girly
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i took apart a watch
and found, studying the pieces
that time wasn't in there
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reading your self-aggrandizing scribblings
i realize that even though
your ego is the size of a planet
there might, just might, be somebody in there
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no particular reason, no explanation
you just find yourself suddenly happy
without the need to question it
getting lost in the sensation of wanting to hug the whole world
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they take your love, and they spit on it. and throw it in your face.
and you're standing there, holding it in your hand. like this
transparent thing, with it's little heartbeat. it once was shiny and
bright. and now it's messy, dirty, weak. dull. and you wonder what
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