• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 12
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Still Hanging

Forgotten to memory,
Somewhere still hanging,
A rusty key demands attention.
We will not see it,
We cannot hope it works still,
We have abandoned it to silence.

Collected wishes still pass between us.
Jaded by time and misuse
They have become spells;
Cast from our minds,
They open nothing.

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