Auction Room by Felicia Spencer


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Smell of dust, smell of slaughter
Touch of wood, tough of water
Its the pigs in the pen the money in the men
It feels so good to know he bought her.

Itch of thought, itch of need
Cant stop the fire, cant stop the glee
Ts the empty in her heart, the ever missing part
It feel so good to know shes free.