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Where shall I began.. This woman, introduced Me to a new high.. Words on cloud nine Feel like I'm flying The "period" I thought was to end a sentence, yet Words over flow With meaning to another Note .tunes of melodies Is a new song she gave to me. Refreshed and Neva slept With each breath I'm relaxed Intoxicated hanging on to Every word I have a new story I won't let go unheard She makes me feel like The somebody you Only read in story books The cartoon of characters That become a favorite Never changing the aspect and still I don't expect for change not to b incorrect Surfacing a new level To this chapter... See what she fails to understand is.. The book she riddles out In the words she speaks Is a craft of her own creation... And no matter how far Her tongue trails Of spoken words Every ear that ain't listening still heard... Every art piece is a piece of her.. The canvas is the frame of limitations Imaginations run long When looking from The outside in.. She like my poetry I had to grab this pen Even when I don't talk toher the vibe is strong I can feel her pain Without calling names To every soul that took a Toll down her memory lane I stay in my place Shes one that is miss understood an still yet To be defined.. Imagine fine print That's underlined Yea kinda like that Enter at ya own risk sign Still she holds her composure with grace Not just any tongue She will allow to taste Her interlude ... Illustration of many ...yet One she will allow to Unscramble those pieces If worthy of she won't fight Mentally she might bite If u not ready Release ya self This woman will create an Art piece only in tuned eyes can see..