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Free verse № 37998

House of Pain

Member since 2002 · Posted 25 Jan 2003 · Edited 25 Jan 2003 · 1 comment

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

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[n/a] Ranger 26-Jan-03/11:57 AM Reply
'House of Pain', isn't that a French bread shop?