Gnawing at the bone bare truth
Push to crack the core
Seek the marrow of the matter
Till your jaw is sore
Worrying away at this
Do not let it go
Clenched between lower and upper
This the need to know
Somehow though you cannot seem
To find the taste within
Knowledge ossified is safe
Much to your own chagrin
Suddenly no further sense
Of something else beneath
Just how long has it been
Just you grinding your teeth?
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