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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Somewhere in the dungeon of my soul was a memory I supressed, and a song, a scent reignited the place and time long forgot. And I remember leaving the cocoon we called home I remember moving to city estate A communist Block of dingey brick hopelessness Four stories of balconied flats Assaulting the horizon with their oppressive ugliness. I remember unwrapping cotton striped sheets Claiming a new bed and a corner In one of four bedrooms Floors concrete with grey linoleum the coldness hurt my feet I remember the pink woolen blankets and the hard grey blankets from council. Upon opening an obtuse door, a boxy toilet with an exterior exhaust spinning, and chain hanging down behind the toilet bowl The room was always unspeakably cold, always had to strain to use it. A kitchen with two windows onto balcony And a meter for adding coins to buy gas, for bath and cooking I remember the bathroom separate from toilet a rectangle room with a bath tub and face basin. With a noisey point of use gas furnace for hot water. From any part of the miserable flat you can hear the flames heating up water, And also always unspeakably cold. I remember the massive parifin heaters that burned all through the night, the soot and the glare Only the living room had central heating, a one buyer gas grate that heated the living room I shed many tears on the concrete balcony staring at countless hapless pensioners and dolers alike Faces stamped on hard with one expresion, hopeless resolve. Our flat was on the third floor Past ground, one was fine, two thighs burning, three, always the stench of stale piss in puddles Not on the wall like men do, No these depositors stooped to render their rank fluids on the middle bank of the flight of steps, a little privacy there. I would never call this place home Like a prison I would merely bide my time and fly away.
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