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May 2012
i don't feel like writing. the words lie still in the pit of my belly.
the tornado has settled. the damages of my past lay in the wreckage.
i don't feel like writing. the words lay broken and eroding in the aftermath.
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
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