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May 2017
You can’t tame this beast inside of me that wears my skin.
This monster within knows the secret to making victims give in.
Like a werewolf during a full moon, I turn into such a fiend.
The only way to stop me is to bury me six feet under in quarantine.

Love comes in endless flavors and I’m addicted to tasting them all.
Branden Youngs
Written by
Branden Youngs  Sad City, WA
(Sad City, WA)   
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   ryn, Anderson M, Shanath, Ryan Holden and SPT
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