Broken Dream
He just walked out and the baby has no golden diaper.
The floor is littered with cigarette ashes from yesterday dream.
He just walked out and the tears of a young mother lingers around the house.
The cupboard is not happy with rats.
He said the government is unfaithful with his hands yet angels meets with him at heavens gate for supper.
There are more garden to see angels.
He just walked out and the baby is crawling after him.
Suddenly the door is open with the breeze of his demise.
The household is in awe on his broken dream.
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Ce Cani | Year Posted 2021
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