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There once was a day I went to my boys house to stay We slept under the covers nice and warm But suddenly his face was forelorn Out of the bed he raced To a secrete door under a rug he paced And left me behind I couldn't read these signs So there I went too And suddenly knew What his life had been It was covered in sin Under the door and down the stair Were bodies skinned and hung with care I'd scream and cry Then he sighed And I felt sad And I wasn't mad He asked why I hadn't run I said you're face is my only sun He told me that when folks left him it was most of the fun Back on the shelf he put his gun
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
Killing room
There once was a day I went to my boys house to stay We slept under the covers nice and warm But suddenly his face was forelorn Out of the bed he raced To a secrete door under a rug he paced And left me behind I couldn't read these signs So there I went too And suddenly knew What his life had been It was covered in sin Under the door and down the stair Were bodies skinned and hung with care I'd scream and cry Then he sighed And I felt sad And I wasn't mad He asked why I hadn't run I said you're face is my only sun He told me that when folks left him it was most of the fun Back on the shelf he put his gun
This was a dream I had about my ex a few months ago, it was pretty terrible so I thought I'd share.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
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