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I'll Only Shake Your Hand When You've Won
You sweet tart,
You thought my life
was a rapid succession
of zeros and ones?
How about we clean
the cotton out of that
bottle so you can
turn up another one
and soften the blood,
The blow,
The pain of love,
Love makes you weak,
Dumb and simple,
like a math test my son
has been racking his brain on,
Let the record show that
love can hinder the
Prefrontal Lobe useless
meanwhile your dopamine
output is triple that of normal,
We're talking pleasure
of the cocaine variety,
How were you supposed to think
clearly when your body
was the drug dealer
and your love one?
The currency,
That venom is a symptom
