The intricacies
Of my mind percolated
When you said my name.
I turned and embraced
But your eyes did not return.
A tad sensitive.
I spoke as I wished.
You produced dopamine,
For another.
Revolution reigns.
Only my mind's susurrations
Sees the love you suggest.
I hope not foolish
Ideas of contemplation
Prevent your heart idea.
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