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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Yolk

Again you crack me open,
stained knives at razor points,
an easy cracking -
all clean lines and
golden yolk.

How much more will you
fit inside me
when I have a shell
no longer?
Posted by Shannon at 5:21 PM
Labels: poetry

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