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Nov 2014
Peering out into the bleak, dreary abyss
There slouched a misleading lit house
Pretending to be full of life; it was not

Emptiness was embedded in the tangled ebony branches, it hung like dead weight on the ancient tree that stretched out beside the lying house
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