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Feb 2017
Tension drips from my lips
I tighten forcefully.
I tap my finger tips
recognizably.
Hoping you look over
to see my anger seethe
Notice the chip on my shoulder
And ask it nicely to leave.
Your the thing to calm me,
and my raging head disease.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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