NEVER HOLDING THIS AGAIN
Like Judas Iscariot, with his 30 pieces of
silver, the stuff was burning my hands.
'I'm not ever holding this again!'
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Not sure why I said that, I hoped that
no one heard, for I'd taken too many
chances to say it wasn't mine, hot or
not. Again.
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Outside my head, all I had were the
memories that my own time could
have. Closer than that, nothing
could ever be.
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