“Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.” ? John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men
Winter knows our names etched in breath on window panes men pretend they're game, but inner strength cracks like ice when cold seeps in, snuffs the flame. Glaciers carve the mind grinding down the frozen past into frosted cones stalactites, stalagmites loom like vultures preying. Between ice and men lies endless living struggle warmth against coldness to rout old entropy's tug to meld what energy melts.
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