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Apr 2014
This place is haunted,
whatever lives here will ne-
ver rest. All our dreams
fall down a wishing
well to the place that does not
sleep. I am long dead,
a floating, empty vessel.
I am not alone.
I will never wake nor close
my red eyes because
my friends and I stay
here, always, forever in
the house that never
                                                                                                                      rests.
Shelby Murray
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Shelby Murray  Middle Earth
(Middle Earth)   
384
   Sydney Forma
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