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Oct 2011
what can't be described
the end of the line
where jokers joke
and the massacre happens
when the sky is falling
and the doves are set free
shoot
shoot
*******
and let me rest in silence
i seek the peace of existence
but often get caught
up in chaoticness
that seems to seep
from the very walls of reality
and when we're alone
the sky opens up
like some benevolent being
is watching us
a ******
a pervert
these are the things
that i see
when i look into your eyes
and get hypnotized
in that brief moment
where your mouth
is not lying to me
about what you did
last night
and where you'll be sleeping
tonight
no
nevermind
i forget
what it was that you said
but that's just because
i wasn't listening
i was too busy
staring off into oblivion
hoping and praying
that it would get here faster
but it must've ran out of gas
cuz i'm still here
and you left a long
long time ago
spontaneous writing and not paying attention to whatever it was that i was writing...
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
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