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Aug 2016
I gave birth to an egg

It cracked on the way out



The pavement is lined

with hunger.

The mighty

is risen.



I gather her up

and wipe her tears.



No horses, no men,

no snakes, no dust,

no king, no queen

come to see me roll away.
M G Hsieh
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