rattle

bleed it all out until you are an empty husk
that you might be blown away as dust
or walk the world like a marble ghost
silent, cool and empty as a dead lake
donate it all to the ones who need it
fill them up that your hollow echoe
sounds a warning rattle to passersby
like a cold, white lighthouse of sound

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