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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