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He owned the key to the world
Before that key destroyed him.

He lay broken in a pile of soot,
Glassy eyes staring at the ceiling
Made of a starry sky.

A muffled sob escaped him,
Ash riding up his throat.
Without thinking, he swallowed.
He swallowed the charred remnants of his flesh.





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