Broken Face
My face fall down
On the floor
I took my broken face
Between my hands
And I dreamt
Of a woman
Who can buy it
And hung it
Somewhere.
But who care about
An antique
Clayey
face?
They told me
Woman never buys
A sad
Broken
Face.
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