one for the punch.
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Published Wednesday, June 28, 2006 by p-h-i-l.
listening over and over to their disharmonies,the rush of the breeze felt to my chest,i grasp to breath, and the world spun,awkward as it maybe, the candle rekindles its flame,a light sprung forth, and it dims again.i felt missing.i reached over, as i limped,in my attempt to shelter the light,the need for colour and warmth.struggling, just a fight to overcome,i held its foot, bend tightly my sore arms,refusing to release, and not until,a glimpse of it.what art thy name, it asked.then, it raised my arms,and left, not before it strucked me blissfully.and i lay there motionless,in its serenity,i utter,what a beautiful madness.