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Apr 2011
Consciousness is an appalling obsession headed for experience
Gone astray from all my existent associations
Buried implications within nothing I carve
Interpret alone and discern the unaffected me
Preserve dependence on cerebral traffic
It’s possible I am just a liar
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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