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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
Poems
Feb 2017
Comfort
Splintered bones and Feathers
Lay in the pit of my stomach.
Feline I am prowling deep in the jungle.
Call me eve, I am the beggining
and I will be the end.
I will birth this light and destroy it.
I will limit what I create.
I will nestle it so tightly
it will suffocate slowly.
The whole time thinking of
How warm it is in mothers arms.
It wont even realize its dying...
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