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Nov 2017
You pityful
I pity fools
you over grown
bacteria pool

I fixed the leak in the basement
but the smell never dissapeared
I cleaned the sludge from the pavement
but the smell never really cleared.


Im pitiful
I pity fools
Im never ending
brain spools

You gross me out,
you let me down
you  make me want to leave town.

Its pitiful
i pity fools
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
(122/East Of EDEN)   
125
   Lior Gavra
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