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Sep 2016
Uncertainty -
Its weighty sound belies its amorphous character.
It creeps up, breaks in and steals your peace of mind,
Like a stealthy burglar.

It laughs at your fruitless attempts to predict the future.
It knows you can only guess,
Only hope,
That what lies ahead
Is brighter than what came before.
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