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Jun 2017
Stinking stingers electrocute my brains
burn my flesh and the smell is profane.
I always loved you
but i was never sane
So just for you
I will now refrain.

Hold my judgments
I'm not trying to wrong your rights.
I just want you to soothe inside.

Hold your judgments
its not me who doesn't care.
I just try to be aware.
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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   Keith Wilson and Zani
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