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Soulmatian Traces

My Baby � � �
has a hard � � �
sexy � � �
body of chocolate � � �
body of work � � �
brilliant renditions � � �
but i just cant listen � � �
anymore � � �
as her music soars � � � �
i experience every pore � � �
the reality � � �
of Her holistic � � �
Loving � � �
steaming complexity � � �
Overwhelms � � �
I`m awash in � � �
Possibilities � � �
that may never be � � �
� � �
There`s but One � � �
Fine Fish in the sea � � �
actually � � �
more of a � � �
Dolphin Ebony � � �
the One � � �
who Embraced me � � � �
completely � � �
Time and Placed me � � �
in sacred territories � � �
of Virgin ecstasies � � �
��
I'm left with Echoes � � �
deepest resonance � � � �
of BEING � � �
residue � � �
of SEEING � � �
Touching � � �
Tasting � � �
Breathing � � �
��
THESE � � �
cant possibly � � �
be transmitted � � �
Verbally � � �
in Poetry � � �
or � � �
Prose of Mind � � �
micro-processed � � �
Painstakingly � � �
��
Every Day � � �
from Far Away � � �
She drains me � � �
subconsciously � � �
ever so faintly � � �
my senses � � �
bathed perpetually � � �
in Soulmatian traces � � �
and Blind Faith � � �
��
in Her wake � � �
stumbles � � � �
a listless wraith � � �
straining � � �
summoning barely � � �
enough strength � � �
to turn the next � � �
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