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don't touch me 2 (Free verse) by elderking

while hanging there in midair, fingers startled still with his demand, curling now like cowards, they sought the shelter of her hand. shame then, laced them tightly, into fists from willful hand, which she lost in deepest pockets; she hasn't touched him once since then.

elderking 21-Sep-06/3:11 PM
you're right I think "deeper pockets" may have flowed better.
Thank you.




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