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Apr 2011
I can read for hours until the words become one indistinguishable filmstrip
I can even write for just a few more moments longer than intended
Past the stretch of inspiration where disenchanted thoughts lay to rest
I can work non-stop until my fingertips are scraped to the bone
I can even get on the computer without looking at *******
...............................Well, sometimes...............................
I'm told that I can do anything that I want
If I just wasn't too ******* lazy
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
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