I make clay faces,
there not big
not small
not anything,
because I make clay faces.
I'd paint garden benches
and put them in your kitchen,
sew your jeans
and put the kettle on.
But I make clay faces
washing away to stone,
made of my own,
grey, white, terracotta,
no mouths- nor eyes.
Just Hands.
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