The House of Pain

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The House of Pain 

 

I visited it.....

When I was younger.

It was a daily......

kind of thing.

Constantly, touching.......,

walls ......and hitting floors.

Unmentionable ........tortures.

Beasted.

Behind, closed doors!

After drunken nights!

In the Gaiety Bar.

Or supping Flowers in an

Elephants Castle.

It was up the hills, and over Ash ranges.

Next morning.

Nothing to Lose and

all to gain.

Memories 

 

Burned, in my brain.

Giajl © Jim Love 

 
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