Boys are like eggs.
They come in all sizes and colors,
They can dip and decorate themselves to please
but are the same underneath.
Gooey wetness that boils in the heat of the moment
and hardens inside and out.
Or, they scramble
to escape.
They hide, they are hidden.
Sometimes they break
or come broken.
It's a fragile balance,
but
the shell is always there.
Fry
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