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Winter grips my heart
like an Eagle clutching its prey, the dearth of emotional concern that exists over my well-being a wasteland across the landscape of humanity. A tumbleweed blows across the Siberian expanse; a paucity of sympathy encusped within my heart. Why isn't there any world to pour some in? |
Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow 6/13/07
paucity of Sympathy... = lack of sympathy for me being felt.
Winter = emotional winter, not actual winter.
world = synecdoche for other people (occupants of the world.)
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