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Dec 2017
Desert like my dried up heart
I told you not to know me!
Your crying now with in yourself
As if some how below me.

I told you truth
you ate it up

You thought honesty meant more.

than the truth I was spewing
and the mess that was brewing
If you didnt hear the words.

And you didnt
you thought honesty
meant more to me
than the truth that was spewing.

You thought the thought was thought enough
You didnt know what you were doing.
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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     Johnny Scarlotti and ---
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