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Nov 2020
Same late night
The monitor plays static
Drowning out tv screams

Another show
Plays on rerun
A repeat of something
Already done

Growing old

Waiting for a sunset

Growing mold

Staring at an eclipse

Heavy are the eyes
To close like a mouth
Scornful memories
Teeth biting down

I’ve burned bright
Like a moth
I miss playing grindcore.
Written by
Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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