19.9.10

ode to jane

Oh dopamine of mine.
When will you settle down
And content yourself
With this regular Life?

If you were cocaine
or some other illicit substance
I shudder to think
Just what I would do.

To feel anew the soar, the tingle
The hit...

After dulling the dendrites
With repetitions
Requires steadfast faith.

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