You Are All Princes

Egg

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My ears smoke, awaiting the word
My eyes, the apparition

Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
for chasing crows down?
Mouth a hole of grief

(First the other/Thirsty of the) ghost of (.....)
Will they come down to me now?

Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
for chasing crows down?
Mouth a hole of grief

Princes
You are all princes