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The Pronoun Game.

by Frostley

She is the vindictive snow Beautiful, cold causing her chilling touch to leave me numb She creates an overload of dopamine for me But like I said she left me numb She compressed limerence upon me The concentric feelings I have for her  linger This contours her opaque heart Leaving her pliable words lay rendering in my mind She applies this solvent to it leaving me broken Forlorn she left me Yet, the tactile, numbing sensation keeps me going For she is the one I love Causing our hearts to be diptych artwork off our hinges.
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Oct 27, 2015
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#love#art#she#game#dopamine#pronoun
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