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December 29, 2002

Those fingers of yours
they slipped over my cheeks,
dragged on down to my neck,
and I thought you'd reach right inside
and put them around my soul.
With the force of will
I wrenched out of the illusion.
My mind was still my own.
Now my body cooled down.
I was turned out into the world
without that magic.
Things slipped back to normal.
But the shadows play in my mind,
just out of sight of my peripheral vision.
And for a moment, I believe
I am free.