Egg: underneath protective skin
Holding on to code within.
Full of potential;
Existential
Full but empty
Knowledge and choice.
First food for life
First lady, first wife
Miracle; heaven sent.
Alone, ingredient.
Trapped inside cell wall
Centre of universe
Hoper, hider, waiting for
Perfect one, to unlock your door.
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