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Mania

This is where you are with it,

Your head splits open to the white meat

and she takes you

away from the wreckage of your ship

away from your reality

So you’re happy

as a servant

as a nurse

as a scapegoat

And you wait

for a plane ticket

an escape

from your illness.
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