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finger fiction
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Once when I was a child
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I taught my hands to lie.
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It was no ordinary lie, but a lie
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To touch the ages with, a lie to
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Break the pages with. Fingers spoke
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To lines on faces, tracing palms in secret places
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Forbidden and unforgiven, my hands would
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Hold skin and breathing, fooled them into
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Thinking they had meaning. Lying came quickly
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To my hands, who’s fingers held traces of
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Equivocations only seen by touching bruised places.
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Now faint whispered caresses spread seeds
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Of thrills and conjure up the making of love deals,
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Stealing only what I can hold, to make you believe
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The things my skin told
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Your heart.
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27 Aug 08

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i like this a lot
 — bellavida

Clever thoughts, though in the end is as trite as a Happy Divorce Hallmark Card. 6/10
 — Poe

one of those poems that ring nicely.  good job.
 — unknown

our metaphors are grounded by sense based ideas and here you've created a synaesthetic finger finding facts and fictions that wounded reason makes -- nicely done like a pun
 — AlchemiA
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