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Jun 2018
The bottom of my tongue
has acid burns,
the voices in my head
have been taking turns.

And some times feels like a memory
half a day ago
from a dream.

I'm losing touch,
it would seem...

But I've been praying for serenity
for wisdom from a god.
I've been giving every thanks
I can think all day long.
Seems my darkest times are wired right between
the brightest of the lights I know I've ever seen.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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