Grice is being flouted.
Does phatic talk make your heart beat faster?
Your body is becoming a hand.
She stares through me, at some distant haircut
Politeness is just a gimmick now.

All the Proppian princes I know, are too scared to shout.
The timidly besotted become the quickly forgotten.
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