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There is a fatalty to good resolutions

This is what people have wanted since consciousness became corrupt

I have tried in my way to be free

It had the starkness of a last prayer

The bones becoming light

The few miracles attributed to the angel showed a certain mental disorder

For Saturday

His personality seemed rather a mental thing

I have saved all my ribbons for thee

Anybody doesn't like these pitchers don't like poetry, see?