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Mar 2017
Pink slip and you would never guess
Not between my thighs.
Drip drip from the tip of your tongue,
Yours to mine eyes.
And we can press it to the wall
Cage it there so it can't crawl.
Hold it down you will see
that everything is exactly me.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
(122/East Of EDEN)   
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   Demonatachick, Traveler, --- and tm
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