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Mar 2012
I put all my eggs in one basked.
          G l a s s   E g g s

And they were taken,
                 one by one
and broken.

That cold hard wall you put up
to keep from getting hurt.
that old broken glass.


And that one last egg I was left.
Fell off.
 
Broken glass. Crush it fine enough,
                          And it looks Almost like glitter.

            I hope you like it.
because in the end,
                                 Its all you'l ever get.
Written by
Alex J
624
   bethiem
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