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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."

DreamerSupreme 7-Jan-04/8:11 PM
Everyone has their prefered tools,
but the voodoo rituals are a bit over the top
anything before that is upto a poets mental funpark grinder.

I prefer the airforce JUMBO wrench personally.




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