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Apr 2011
One-sided conversation with a wall
Blood soaked to the skin
Clean up this mess
Contaminated chaos
Padded cell trampoline
Shoot me up
Expose me
Feed me to the sharks
If the voices stop talking
I’ll get the job done right
Redemption blistered forehands from begging
16 inches staked in cavernous rib meat
And I plead innocent
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
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