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Empty hallways, forgotten voices pictures hang, dusty and off balanced cobwebs spread from door to mirror a young rat scurries past the broken floor His portrait still hangs over the fireplace a spider runs down his well-shaped nose each brush stroke is thick and sculptured dust collects on it as sand dunes The windows cracked,the night air blows dead trees peer down at slamming shutters howling dogs are echos past his spriits surround the acre This house, this legend infinte remembers it's myths fool false illusion truths and lies untested questions of how he lived alone from living
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
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Empty hallways, forgotten voices pictures hang, dusty and off balanced cobwebs spread from door to mirror a young rat scurries past the broken floor His portrait still hangs over the fireplace a spider runs down his well-shaped nose each brush stroke is thick and sculptured dust collects on it as sand dunes The windows cracked,the night air blows dead trees peer down at slamming shutters howling dogs are echos past his spriits surround the acre This house, this legend infinte remembers it's myths fool false illusion truths and lies untested questions of how he lived alone from living
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
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