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Feb 2017
You skin smells like wet forest floor
And your hair the same
I have lead you to my core
Showed you my insane.
You cover me in your leaves,
Mad Inspiration
Use me as your sheathe
I can feel your inhalation

You never flinched, You never blinked
You never showed it if you ever felt weak.
You have always held me in my darkest nights.
You have always won all of our fights.

You smell like dirt, which i like.
And its my heart, which you have striked.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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