Satisfying looking spoons
that I consider your eyes
always pinned and half closed
and your dying from inside
now everyone just frowns
you walk by, they stare at the ground
used to be just a chronic loser
now a stumbling dreamy stupor
racking my brain
returning the same game
its nothing but a feeling
of blistering shame
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Dopamine OD
PoetryA collection of writing from sudden spurs of thoughts, ideas, and memories written down on anything I could jot them down on before the next set of lyrical poetry came across my thoughts. Photograph by: Hanna Lee Reehl
