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Feb 2018
Sand down my rougher edges,
I swear not to scuff
the outer layer of
your finger tips.

So delicate

to move me
replace those parts no longer working
oil all the gears.

Take me to your basement and leave me there for years.

I'll be the project of the century.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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