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Jan 2018
Sand paper and cellophane
You suffocate me
but there's n o
Pain.

Wrap me tightly
the wound can't breathe.
Just poke holes
before you leave.

Chaff my edges
Grind me down.
Softly now
Please n o
sound.


Just how I like
You package me
changing things
How you see.

Softening edges
adding curve
rougher texture
New things to learn.

Sand paper and cellophane
you change me
but there's n o
pain.
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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