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Brian Ross Oct 2012
An adult, but still wanted a night light.
"I'll fix one up quick babe" I said.
Plug in my old dusty radio.
It's blue light shines protecting are bed.
I can't help it if we weren't right.
I can't help that all we do is fight.
We wont work even if I fix us up a night light...
Brian Ross Oct 2012
The leap from the light switch to the bed.
Cold blanket.
Warm cheap whiskey blend to guide me in the black.
It's sad,
It's dark,
It's bed time.

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