When you were born
She cries easy, like water
stays close to the inside of her tear ducts.
When you burst forth, bright and brilliant,
the white shell once smooth was left
in jagged edged pieces
never to be repuzzled.
She died easy
when you were born
(not all at once;
in sections.)
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