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Sep 2016
I've neglected
This sordid sin
To mourn
My tattered skin

Sunday I seek
A warm place
To fill my lungs
With breath I've sought
To hide a moment

A warm room
To rest
A warm room
To neglect
A warm room
To forget
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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