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paige b.

Walking on Eggshells

Empty eggshells
Line the floor
And you can’t walk across
Or get to the door.
You can’t reach your shoes,
They’ve been taken away.
But you need to get to the door
By the end of today.
Your baby is crying,
The cradle is on fire.
Chaos, chaos
You start to expire.

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