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Down The Hall (Pimple) by Blindpoetry
If you can hear a penny fall
You can hear me down the hall
When I see your face
It makes my heart beat at a faster pace
And its always a little gift to me
But if you catch me down the hall
My pulse might begin to fall
So you walk down the darkening hall
But you see nothing
You turn around
And you see me coming
So you run further down the hall
Away from it all
You turn around
You see me there
You continue to run
Thinking this game isn't fair
Your tears blind you
You cannot see
You trip and fall
And you run into me
You look up at me ; Tears covering your face
You bring your chin down
But I pull it up... and say
"Atleast you gave me a taste."
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