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Mar 2017
I selectively trace the wrinkles in my soul
to create the picture I see with in it all.
I leave some creases un marked,
others are made blue, then green .

This is how I create my inner scene
Who i am and who I want to be.

You see all these marks, create a bigger picture
with in all the lines, there are words and gestures.
Within all the instances there are gained impressions.

With in all of me , there is something deeper
with in all my rolling hills there are some which are steeper
With in all my throw aways there were one or two keepers.
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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   Cait Harbs
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