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Mar 2019
Words I can’t write
Times that I can’t get right
Moments lost in echos

Hold my breath
Bite my tongue
Swallow blood

You are the music
That I can no longer hear

I’ve reached with crippling fear
Only to find it easier
Pushing than pulling

Clench my fists
Close my eyes
Whisper good bye

You are the music
That I can no longer hear

A face is a stranger
When the soul changes
And the distance continues

Don’t let me go
Keep reaching for me
Set me free

You are the music
That I can no longer hear

You are the music
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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   Wanderer and Fawn
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