They may prate the contagious fouls of lunacy,
They may negate kindness to piggyback discourtesy. They may slog us to a comma of the mind. They take us to toil in scattered separation and compel us to shrivel alone in isolation. They call us foul names of profound magnitudes of hate: the vile that separates between the spirit and the soul - and project the mind out from the body.
They strip the skin of its rich qualities
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