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The Egg Queen

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The Egg Queen

Maybe you were right
Quite possibly it’s me
Breaking egg shells with your tip toes
Thus enraging the egg queen

A mood the frequency of a bees humming, mulling and trapped glum sulking
And it’s I that doesn’t want to be around U ?!

Mental health just a tenuous time bomb
Questioning myself as to what you did wrong
And that’s wrong.
It has been too long to blame it on my loss of my someone.
My sunshine, my lifeline,
Now the heir to your strong browed timeline
You were mine
And I cannot not, will not not shall not not leave the grump behind.
The traces of my love for you will forever be etched, flecked next to my eyes
Devine as the smiling lines from our precious given time.


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