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Jan 2011
uncomfortably unsure
so unstable is being content
one minute so sure the next not

the utmost unrest lies within the gut
what was solid is loose
what was safe is confining

one contaminant
one seed planted can uproot
the entire foundation

such a fanatic into a heretic
there is no such thing as permanence
and those in the wake will hurt
Lindsay Drew
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Lindsay Drew
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