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Habits: Return
Painful to lose, far
too easy to recover. Turn around,
and there once again, unblinking,
it waits. Inevitable, immanent,
that thing you would flee but seem stuck
with forever, almost.
Almost.
Almost a lisp, less than a hare lip?
There are habits and there are habits.
Breathing is a habit I try to acquire.
You are the one I try to shed.