All these years
Of straining to be perfect
Have not been worth it
Lord, I am exhausted
Mounting an insurrection
Aiming at imperfection
Cosmic revelations
Imperfect like the surface
Of Mars
Collapse this house of cards
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Mutley Ravishes (
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In returning and rest ye shall be saved: in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength:
Thanks a million! The transmutation of water into wine is something so fine.
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