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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
<a href='delicious.php?PHPSESSID=64f0d0de34408660b7f7e430859d63b7'>delicious</a><BR>
<a href='nutritious.php?PHPSESSID=64f0d0de34408660b7f7e430859d63b7'>nutritious</a><BR>
<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=64f0d0de34408660b7f7e430859d63b7'>archives</a><BR>each time i pass
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the looking glass
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my eyes fix on the image
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set before me
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not because of vanity
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or admiration of any
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astounding beauty
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but to remind myself
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that i still exist
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that the throbbing aura
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above visible shoulders
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chest
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and legs
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is more than just a tingle
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of space and time
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but a manifest flesh encasement
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surrounding neuronic exchange
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adding tangibility to
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the impedance of clarity
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which seeks perspective
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