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A Warm Touch From A Cold Hand
During childhood when all was possible and the magic flourished he kept me company sometimes showing himself from time to time
During the teen years he inspired me to strive for great and terrible things during the age of beauty and invincibility by endless evil deeds as we strode across the ballroom floor weightless while the world engulfed in flames outside the crystal walls
During adulthood we see ourselves just as awful although more refined, dignified, and civilized
Now the invincible has a weakness, the time has come to pay for the evil deeds and the dance is over because the clear floors are smeared in fingerprints
Then a familiar touch, a sweet caress, and a whisper that the end is in fact no where in sight
Prints can be wiped off, a new dance is to be lived out
More experience is there to be used, and the charms are dangerous in their deceptions and cruelty
It was raining hard that day and he was beginning to look and act alot like Elvis
