Prompt: Four Line Poem about the Ghost

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]

What you see of me is naught more than a shell,
And image of what was or what could have been.
For everything inside me is dead,
Buried beneath ice, ash, and dust.

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