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Jun 2019

        new born

                         like the first.

My root is ****** from all the time i spent remembering
all the struggles i spent struggling.

When God winked i thought he wanted me
But then he gestured towards my mother.

How fruedian of me to discover

I was the child and never the lover.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
(122/East Of EDEN)   
     S Olson and Yann
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