Hypomania Excess

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I have an illness,
welling up within
my carcass-filled soul.

It’s called hypomania?
Beating incessantly
on the termite-

infested doors that lead
to my mind. I cannot
ignore it.

The words,
toss and turn inside
me like that

frothy ocean, littered
with the pebbles
of our sinful adultery.

Make them stop,
please?





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