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May 2017
Flare it, You never know.
I was sick, but hey look, now I grow.
**** it, You never would.
I was tired but hey, I always tried for good.

I, feel this time,  has come
Breathe me in today.
Never, try to ask me for some
Help in any substantial way.

I hate you, more than anything
I ate you more than every thing,
You fill me to the very top
So glad to know you.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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