Secrets tarnished by cataclysmic lies.
Silver and gold; a lovers sighs.
Molded and shaped to perfection,
I take off the mask
Polished and shining;
Exquisite beauty in form,
But hollow inside,
I shall break it apart.
It is all dust
Sifting through my fingers.
Naught is left, but a key.
A key of iron.
Rusty though it may be,
it is still strong.
And it is in the palm
of my hand.
I gave it to you a long time ago.














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