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Apr 2017
These eggs were as frail as bone
appealing to the senses, we own
each one but hidden within each was
something unknown and motions pause.
 
Listen quietly to these eggs of delight
hearing the whimper of something quite
not right. For every egg that is broken upon
a wisp escapes into our world, life withdrawn.
 
He took two the chest, surprised as I waited alone,
eggs breaking whispers heard of things unknown.
The secret ingredient departed bunnies lingering soul,
swapping a portion of yours to consume is there goal.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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   Kim, Kelly Rose and Keith Wilson
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