Shell

A little man

with a lamp in hand,

sits inside my chest.

He’ll peep outside,

wave and say “Hi!

How are you doing today?”

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Polite smiles falter

at this strange toddler,

greeting them in such a way.

They’ll stammer an answer,

to my small master,

And ask what he plans for the day .

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The man will smile

a checkerboard smile,

shuffling pieces in place.

He’ll say, “nothing great.”

Then will dissipate,

With no words left to offer.

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This drawing was fun to make. I'm curious if people will see what I'm going for... Anyways, thanks for reading!

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P