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Feb 2018
Queen of the ember
so deep with in her
fighting off winter
yet none of us remember
what the winter really is

Just like west like
death like dying
cool disease.

You could hear her crying
it rolls up off the seas

Mothers hair grows in many shades of green
Natures course is an ever changing sheen

Prismic
how the father loves the mother
Prismic
How the light changes the weather...
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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