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Shifting shallows, Shifting shadows in the shallow deep    Salt from my soul seeps through to swim with her sadness...  
People yearn for attention, pictures, videos, A contagion of media, However, I wish to recede into mystery, A shadow in the background. A well-dressed silent martyr of who no one knows the sound of their voice,
On a day like no other, I lost my favorite brother. On a dark winters night The day we had that fight My brother oh so loved me he never thought bad of me Until I pushed him away.  
Dear YXU,   It has been a while! How ya been, ya schmuck? I’m busting down your doorway and my blood pressure’s up There’s a small stream of spit Trailing form the rabid corner of my mouth
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