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Feb 2017
Exultation over comes me and on to you.
You are the pinnacle no matter how you move.
Tender hedonism you have found me
Now I beg please expound me.
Tell me who I am what do you see.

my green eyes dart to try to view the world like you.
I press my forehead to your face to dream the dreams you do.
I'm over come by the tumult
In fact my ignorance feels like assault.
And all I ever wish to do is see myself as you do.

You titillate me completely
But I am so distrait
I cant even see
My mind holds no weight.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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