He had a crooked smile
Disfigured nose
Hair,like small grains of rice
He wore his heart on his sleeves
Literally.
Bleeding
Unevenly woven
Pieces missing

The clay model of him
Lay beside me
As I contemplated breaking him more
Like he did me
I like it that he 'feels' how I feel
Maybe this is the first step
To healing my broken feelings
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