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Jun 2014
I make a drink.
A few too many you think.
I put a record on.

Let it spin.
Let it play.
Let it sink in.

I fall apart.

I take a drink.
A few too many you think.
I let the record play.
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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