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Mar 2017
I think anatomy,
Guts twist and I am
Alive.
I think ******, and
fruit from us
and fetus lust
and atoms combust.

I think in utero
and fetal growth.

You wish and wash your *****
down and on the drain
You gave all of your healing
all away again.
So tell me is this instinct
or conscious want for you.
Being caused to be create
a mixture of us two.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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