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Egg Shells

It's the last place
To catch
The sun
Amongst this madness
This noise
This crazy time
Where sound
And volume
And the last one
Standing
Cry their tears
Into the rain
I feel
Your heart beat
Hear
Your soul
And wonder
Why you sit
At a table
Surrounded
By crumbs
And the echoes
Of laughter
By which
Once
You shaped
Your
Life
 

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