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Her Voice
Into hemispheres
Of
The senses,
In sultry harmonic
Like
The finest music,
Awakening
Sensual centres:
Hidden
Like
The secret
Of
Mystique
Made
Of
Timbres
&
Tones
Interwoven into zones
Of unknowns -
Where mist is dismissed
From
Thrones in the midst
Of standing
Stones…
Her voice.
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