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|Remember the utility of
On which in part our decency depends.
Such sentiments evolved to serve our ends,
Having given ballast to one's name.
How apt that to ourselves we be revealed
As time pauses in between the years,
Season of incantatory tears,
Harrowed for the sins we have concealed.
Allow your shame full access to your heart,
Nor flinch from bearing witness to your part,
As only what is treated can be healed,
Here, now, while your fate is still unsealed.