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Jun 2017
I am not a novelist writer, I could never fill chapters of our affairs.
The only way I know how to love is intimately and destructively unaware.

This tongue was created to turn saints into sinners.
Nothing excites me like bringing out the demons within her.

Just like the seasons love to trick her every year,
when she finally begins to feel comfortable,

I disappear.
Branden Youngs
Written by
Branden Youngs  Sad City, WA
(Sad City, WA)   
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   Ryan Holden
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