when contrary
hearts
whisper ill intentions
to those
emaciated
shells –
merely thirsting
for touch
but given projectiles –
cold pangs…
that rupture
like darts
to the spirit –
isolation will offer
safe harbor –
darkening
the souls
that only
longed to
be held.
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