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Dec 2019
I tire of playing this human game
And it’s rules that change on a whim,
It’s cataclysm of ego run rampant
And woefully harmful mentalities.

Return me to ethereal stardust
Where I no longer have to play
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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