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May 2014
You help me tear it apart

             But I...

But I can't help
    But think about the fall

            Please send help
   Save us all
                I've been waiting

                To ignore deliverance

      Ourselves are burning
      Ourselves are glitching
      Ourselves are ours

You finger the deepest
    Shades of grey

Peel away
                  Dissolving

But you...
                     You stripped the enamel

And watched it slip away

         Please send help
I've tasted too much
               I've been waiting
            
               To ignore your touch

      Ourselves are burning
      Ourselves are glitching
      Ourselves are *ours
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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