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Dec 2020
Waiting
For the rush
Kick in, kick out
Nothing better
Than wasting
I once saw potential
Thought it a massacre
A shower on the killing floor
Waiting
Wasted
Washed out
No sense in dreading
The day will never come
I exist only to cease
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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   Wanderer
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