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Mar 2018
Stoke me minted breath.
I want your condensation
Build up on my walls
To soon to say I miss you
But I will.
Because I do.
Linger with me here,
A thousing gazes
A thousand stars
A thousanded guesses
About who we are.
And still just ideas.

I dont fear my meaning,
Even if it's obscure.
I just want to try.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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