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Nov 2017
Karma has its knife to my throat.
With a past full of anchors
It's impossible to stay afloat.
Childhood full of cannonballs
aimed at my boat.


Mutiny in my brain.
Vengeance through my veins.

A recipe for the insane.
Branden Youngs
Written by
Branden Youngs  Sad City, WA
(Sad City, WA)   
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