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Hall Light
A smell in the air
A brush of soft hair
I resist for a minute
I reach my limit
Curves at the mean
The tip starts a scream
God she calls
Pray they sleep through all
A pain in my back
Right as her voice cracks
A light in the hall
"Mom" my girlfriend begins to bawl
A brush of soft hair
I resist for a minute
I reach my limit
Curves at the mean
The tip starts a scream
God she calls
Pray they sleep through all
A pain in my back
Right as her voice cracks
A light in the hall
"Mom" my girlfriend begins to bawl
Published 18th Sep 2012
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