what's next is uncertain and i'm hurting in the selfsame ways that mean i've seen this mirror before but to store up the memory is a collection of reflection rather than a collusion of solutions and i cannot find my way out while the doubts flood the gates with stated claims on the union's disillusion and the disintegration of the nation that cannot be united enough through the bluffs and stony winds that blow as we grow out of our own stories and trip over walls we can't stop building --
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