My body is an egg

Within my body there is an egg

It is covered in cracks

every day it takes another hit and when it breaks

what is revealed to

me is not the fragile yolk

but another shell

hardened by the outer wear

weathered by care

and destruction

simultaneously.

I am an egg

break me open

and you will

see I have

walls protecting

my inner centre

you will never

reach

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