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Jan 2018
It’s January.

Why the ****
Does everyone call and
Want to do **** with me
In January?

It’s January.

I spent the last two months
Seeing family and friends
Without being committed
To a lunatic asylum.

It’s January.

I want to hold up
In my house
And forget there’s a world
Beyond these walls.

It’s January.

Don’t talk to me until February.
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
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