GOD SAYS, WATCH YOUR BACK. - Charles Wright
I've exchanged Monica's Veil for Rimbaud's
missing leg for which he did repent its loss.
He made good confession before the end
then sailed asway on his drunken boat,
sounding into mirage, reminding,
'Ah! I am so forsaken I will worship at any shrine impulses toward perfection! '
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