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The way we begin is an omen.

The perfect omen.

Hidden for months, we’re exposed at last.

Veiled inside ourselves, we ran free in the open.

Perfect omen.

As all things begin, all things will end.

Alive for long, we choke finally.

Lost in the wild, we find the truth.

Perfectly.

Ominous.

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