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Jun 2017
I had never tasted
the blood of Christ.
Nor, known his body.

Astral Flaming Reflecting
Bouncing light back to me
I swallow hard in eager aspiration
to please this universe.

I am alive, I scream!
Breath panting, I am alive!

Astral flaming comit hurtling
straight at me.
We were destined to collide.
You were destine to become my insides.
Practicing Tantric Rites, the Rites of Spring, the love you make, the pleasure you take.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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