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Apr 2018
only at night
under a pale full moon
when dancing for desires great throws  the ocean is tilting
my heart quakes a grey tone  ambience
full throttle down to my toes
and I know in my brains heart
it's time to let go
but I hold on to pleasures
cause it's all I've ever known.  
what pointless existence
is begging me live
when all I have
nothing
is left to give
and dreams of sinners
torture my soul still
I'm waking in mornings
to try to live longer
then thoughts that are seeping
into my mind
are ripping a part
all of my freshly bleached blinds
and I tried to keep the sun out
I tried to hold the rays back
hide from that moon when she beckons me home
but the oceans still tilting
threaten pulling me in
the thoughts constantly seeping wearing me thin.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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