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House of Pain
(
Free verse
) by
Goose
Darkness falls we speak the words drip wet then soak into spongy walls of deceit pass each other in the hall eyes never meet but see all crawl in bed to try to tame fury brewing in our house of pain
Ranger
26-Jan-03/11:57 AM
'House of Pain', isn't that a French bread shop?
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