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Posted by on Dec 8, 2014 in Poetry | 0 comments

The Two Houses

The Two Houses

There is a house of pain
And a house of pleasure.
In the house of pain there is always measure.
In the house of pleasure there is always rain.

I’ve never been in a house so dark
As the one where measure doesn’t end
And there is no friend
And no work.

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