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The game was over;
The skin-deep thrill
Called me down the street.
No, my dear,
Your defeat didn't thrill me,
My win was shocked.

The night was over;
The taste was still
Licking my lips.
No, my dear,
Your night didn't taste me nice,
The end was mocked.

The home was sweet enough;
Cozy touches were filled
Under the roof that we made.
No, my dear,
Your home didn't confine you,
My touches were killed.

The game was over;
I came down the street
The roof, the night, everything was broken.
No, my dear,
Your nothing was broken,
My heart was healed.


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The following comments are for "Healing Touch"
by Myth

A can of juice
Ah, a moment of seeing. Very well written. I liked the feeling the writer gave of wholeness, while being separated from the world.

There were a couple of places that didn't flow as well as I would have liked, perhaps read the piece out loud and circle the parts were you stumble in your reading?

( Posted by: SkyTigress [Member] On: June 27, 2004 )

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