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Sep 2017
Movement is dead
She's been laying there for a while
Its all in her head
intervention would be futile.
These days i find myself deaf
in moments of listening
I try to collect what is left
But I'm sure theirs something missing.
She's tired, gone to take a nap,
And even if she never comes
I'll hold down the mind until she gets back .
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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     TSPoetry, Keith Wilson and Semihten5
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