My Eggs Are Perfect
The Real Word Poem for list #1, but I was too shy to post public...
My eggs are perfect
White as the moon
Not runny
The truth is, I’m jealous
You have an insatiable desire to
Expand, connect, grow
I don’t
Ironically enough, considering I’m the Sagittarius
I should top off my emotional cup
Without you
Why do I give you that power?
The Yolks are the perfect viscosity
Not too runny not too hard, absolutely perfect for mixing with my …
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