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The first of any month is strange like the peeling of a hard boiled egg where the sharp shards if shell get all stuck up in cold fingernails and the rubbery white sphere of molded egg jiggles and slips plopping hard on the white tiled floor but it never breaks just keeps it's shape staying whole and rolling off past the kitchen and onto the warm living room rug where it stays stuck and melting becoming one with the ruby red color like a round white eye glaring up at the world unable to blink.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
The First Month of the Year
The first of any month is strange like the peeling of a hard boiled egg where the sharp shards if shell get all stuck up in cold fingernails and the rubbery white sphere of molded egg jiggles and slips plopping hard on the white tiled floor but it never breaks just keeps it's shape staying whole and rolling off past the kitchen and onto the warm living room rug where it stays stuck and melting becoming one with the ruby red color like a round white eye glaring up at the world unable to blink.
sienna-luna
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
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