Emotions sit like lead sinkers at the bottom of otherwise empty bellies that cling to the bony ribs of those who possess the greatest hunger. Winds stir like barbed wire through the core of so many hollow shells that blow away the fragile souls of those who know only coldness. Fear grips with violent anger at the throats of those with the thinnest necks and strangles all voices of those who are willing to be silent. Silver tears strike the palms of those who dare not reach any further.
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