Brady Stewart

August 8th, 2002 - Pontiac Michigan
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Humpy

My eyes are my definers
My legs are my walkers,
My ears are my feelers.
Tickle me.
Scrambled eggs, fissure my shell.
You tried to but I rot.
Atmospheres watch me oxidize,
Please finish what you did not.
The bugs here eat away at me,
With no stove to sear my wounds
I am the egg, I am the white.

There is a hole in my shell.

Mix me.
My yolk is severed from the light.
Mix me.
My life is severed from my kind.
Mix me.
Let me feel whole and not full of.
Mix me.
I want you to eat me in yellowish white.
Please, pop the puffy sac of my yellow?
Please
Mix
Me
Or take away my yolk
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