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Many hold many close,those same people are always the first;

Other's keep a few,though they are to watch still;

Less keep none,and know no restraints;

Winds unceasing,as the subtle breaks arrive,the air carrying frost as it carasses the skin of thousands,the most unsung of changes being night in day;Sole,silent,coming of darkness...the haven of death.

The greatest grief one may bestow upon others,for words carry nothing yet many see the power of them,for one to decline it as false and stand alone is the greatest insult one can enjoy,to be ignored;To be let in fiery solace when one wants,and allow hollow words the irony of holding sway over crowds.

Black wings abounded,though fierce flames of frost...cold summer an brief sunset to the socialist life,a lone path though to be walked,by way of elder signs being discerned