skeleton key swings from a thread in my hand.
rain is drenching through and the sun is missing again.
december day is bleak, winter wind wailing at the door.
hologram heart is full of holes, a stone washed upon the shore.
looking through the holes, what do you see?
nothing whole, a shell which once was me.
nothing left, a shadow broken there.
a light across the floor, dust floating through the air.
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