Strike_of_fate
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Huddled in a ball
My life was tightly packed
No one in and no one out
Just me myself and I

My hands wrapped around my head
Not hearing anything being said
I thought that it was safe
No one would get in

I couldn’t hear the words
Or even see the faces
But then I felt a gentle touch
Not like anything I’ve ever felt before

A touch and a kiss
So full of meaning
So gentle that the strongest man couldn’t pull away
My hands removed from their home

Not lonely or lost
They found some place warm
Held tightly with care
I opened my eyes

Awe struck as I peered into the soul of another
A home is what I found
No longer huddled in a tight little ball
My soul sees yours and yours mine

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