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Untitled #7
I opened my eyes after a doze; everything around me froze
when I was approached by Rue; she was radiant and my heart
became content when her gleaming eyes winked once, then twice,
left from the right, after a smile which blinded the night;
I felt like the Lord gave me his lady and she took me to a land
that left me lost because I never knew a love that could lead me
to the light; love that would heighten me to the heavens, flattered,
moving up a step ladder with a rise reminiscent of hemp�s high;
it was a sigh I released, and it increased
when the sistah sent me to an even higher place;
she spit to me, spontaneously,
knowledge bigger than a billboard before my face;
it was scary; I became a third visionary
and it was just a little too much;
I mean, I saw green when I thought about her touch;
diamonds were hard to regard, because they were less rare;
she flaunted feminine fixes
before my hormonal senses
and I didn�t even care;
I couldn�t believe the intensity this lady built within me;
she shaped my soul;
I never knew irate when I couldn�t control my physical state;
I begged to be fed by an ambiance that haunts me still;
it�s real,
like the fire that burns me cold;
Angel presented me with a role
and my bell tolled like four-trey everyday;
I�m taken over, and I see no need for an escape;
I felt all the money in the universe wasn�t enough,
so I asked HIM, who blessed Rue with sun, to give her the stars;
I begged the saint�s soprano to croon a hundred bars;
cooked and cleaned;
gave her a regal reality so she wouldn�t have to dream;
I eventually understood after a resting;
the guessing was gone after the spark sang to me like a lark,
and I counted my blessing�
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