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Mar 2017
You Wrinkle time
When you wink your eye
and I am lost in the furl of it.


You cast streams of flooding light
and I'm lost in the brightness of it.....

You whisker whisper thoughts of dreams
Desire rips her dresses seam.

You seem healing, yet ******

and in my desire for you I find myself giving.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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