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Oct 2017
I see slivers of it in your eye
So precious and moving light
they stream on out into the sky
And explode the sun in ever bright.

I'm shaking in the presence
your winding thoughts wrap
covered in your essence
Your magnetic mental trap.

my lungs are screaming
in ever pulling pain
your eyes are streaming
some never ending gain
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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