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Men of countless flavors
in this so-called marketing dream,
I feel bombarded with choices
wading knee-deep, barely heard, nor even seen.

I can recount old wounds of rejection
swept away by a torrent of emotion.
Unfulfilled, I race downward
in ritual and commotion.

Fleeting in passing you walk.
Silent stealth in movement you stalk.
Two hearts need two paths to encounter,
are you my black panther?

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