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May 2015
There's just things I can't express
For once I think my father said it best
"Some emotions we have to swallow
And hope they rest"
You can inhale smoke into your chest
And let what you know fall
With grey-tinged breath
I've come to find
It leaves nothing left.
Brandon Reid Swaim
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Brandon Reid Swaim  Kernersville, NC
(Kernersville, NC)   
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