I'm boiled and bruised Just like you. No longer liquid inside Life has cooked me, There was no place to hide. I was heated on all sides, Break down my walls, my outer self. I'm ready to be consumed. Let my life nurish your body.
Egg is a short poem that relates me to a hard-boiled egg. It is meant to be both fun and moving. I enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it.
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