Her love was hidden deep,
buried in her eggshell heart.
Nested from the world
only her diary knew the truth.
Pages of acute regret:
Love from a distance,
Unspoken.
Unrequited.
Univocal.
When he walked in her air,
she breathed breezy,
inhaled indifference:
Perfect decoy.
Behind the veil,
her eggshell heart cracked
Her lungs circulated despair
and delivered the final telegraph.
Between the neat, blue callugraphy
and edges of the pages,
She, somewhat courageously
said farewell to her
Egg man.
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