"family photo"
the broken glass from the picture frame
you see the family photo did not describe me
the broken glass did each broken piece is I
i touch i bleed you talk i listen
the sent of burning things the blood that kills me
well that is why you do not need to know me
just my name is enough
now be careful when you pick up the broken glass
because each piece is me
This poem is about:
Me
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