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Jun 2014
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This cigarette burns slowly
I watch the ashes fall to the ground
Nursing a martini as if I'm in a NASCAR race
The sound of summer explodes
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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   ---, Irving MacPherson, Wanderer and Emilie
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