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    Habits

    Habitual habits inhabiting hypothalmus
    Help or hinder me.
    Harboring happiness,
    produces habitual habits
    to inhabit
    hypothalmus functioning.
    Slipping,
    Slipped,
    Sliding, I slid into his skin.
    Tripped,
    Tripping,
    Falling,
    head over heels in love again.
    This time it's gonna be different!
    He's the one I've been missin.
    Treat him good,
    I know I could, yet
    jealousy jumps out
    whenever loving lasciviously.
    Sex
    attaches me.
    How could it not? Naked nights
    sprawled out in ecstacy
    affirms affinity between our bodies.
    Chemical reactions will soon
    have chemistry
    obsessively-obsessing,
    overindulging-over,
    three words he speaks.
    Instinctively initiating
    sub-conscious routines,
    incites ideas
    of how my mind
    percieves things.
    So I dig deep down
    into dark depths
    of psyche.
    Discovering there,
    selfish wants
    that are needy.
    Old rusty, out-dated
    thoughts and speech.
    Hey Head Hanch of egoistical feelings!
    Today I decapitate
    your mind controlling tendancies.
    Adios!
    Farewell!
    Peace out former self!
    Dying,
    never felt so appealing.
    Your death
    delivers deliverance,
    to my
    mental well-being.
    Finally I realize that,
    Habitual habits
    inhabiting hypothalmus
    help or hinder me.
    Harboring happiness
    creates NEW
    habitual habits,
    to inhabit hypothalmus
    functioning.

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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