uncertainty demands attention like a middle child and narrows focus
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like a bone saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges
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and once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled it transcends
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our childish concepts of control and becomes something that simply is
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we can only accept it and return to the fray like the soldier
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whose sweetheart stopped writing.
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Scouring The Wreckage
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| Pig Destroyer |
