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Aug 2012
There's an energy in me dying to get out

Stretching aching
Pulling and prodding 
my skin in all different directions

Scratching clawing
Ripping and tearing 
it's way out 

Trying to find a balance to ease itself

My fingers twitch and roll
My shoulder blades shudder in ache
My head knocks 
My knees tremble 
My feet stomp
My face contorts

Curling my lips into a grimace
Rolling my eyes into darkness
Nose twitches like a **** addict

Trying to find a balance to ease itself

My voice gets hung up
Caught up on words I can't say
Or words I've just heard

Rolling around on the tip of my tongue
Like glass cutting its words into the back of my teeth

There's an energy in me dying to get out
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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