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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
<a href='delicious.php?PHPSESSID=f1f04f312f8b91d08c0e145d2ab48b57'>delicious</a><BR>
<a href='nutritious.php?PHPSESSID=f1f04f312f8b91d08c0e145d2ab48b57'>nutritious</a><BR>
<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=f1f04f312f8b91d08c0e145d2ab48b57'>archives</a><BR>the elasticity of dream
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winds down into taut reality
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a fickle goddess
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in both wants and needs
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the smooth touch of her hand
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delicate, yet daunting
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like a fine-shafted syringe
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plunged sharply through bone
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piercing and shattering
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the walls of sense; of sensibility
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yet seemingly comforting
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drip...
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drip...
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drip...
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it flows beneath the skull
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replacing life's elixir
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in its own cloud of obscurity
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it is what has become
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but, what has become?
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a struggle to recall
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to ever know what was felt
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and what was dreamt
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sanctity shattered in illustrious illusion
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glossed over in half-assed effort
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with remnants of tangibility
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of...palpability
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the touch is gone now
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supplanted only by inexact hollowness
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an anonymous fix of raw anesthesia
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slowly severing nerves
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from the centrality of self;
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numb.
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