Model - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Almond eyed with face of central Asian
She maybe a Mongol; Tibetan.
In front she stands; is natural.
Misery, poverty, background
Welded rods, rusted all.
Exposes what she’s got.
Doubtlessly is in need.
Hunted is in a box
“Pose for me, be famous.”
Which devil has done this?
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