Ah, but that was then
In fragile times, anxieties reside
Where certainties, like shadows, hide
Unkindly grasps, with avarice rife
Reach out, devoid of gentle life
A covetous hunger, stark and cold,
Leave hearts unyielding, stories told
These grasping hands, a bitter sting
Leave only emptiness; they bring
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