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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
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<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=47b39f578e518e6bec01d4b70a74a7a8'>archives</a><BR>the night wore thin
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as did my body, my soul,
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my rememberance of where it all began
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i suppose if i was a better man
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with a firm handshake
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and a muscle, or two
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it would all be much easier.
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i always thought that some people
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could control the revolutions of earth
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with a stern look, perhaps
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acquired through father.
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austerity and a straight edge
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two things i never mastered;
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for lack of father
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for much of mother.
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perched upon life's periphery
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i am one with the night
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with the darkness
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of my past, my closets
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a vague recollection
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and a smile.
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Thank you Mother,
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you're still a goddess to me.</BODY>
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