As Creepy As Clowns
Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
January 23 2020
Creative destruction
We are unmade
Our building blocks
Crumbled and tossed
Like rocks into the sea
Crushed by the weight
Of our own habitual inconsistency
Signal unto me
Your virtue
This guise has nearly destroyed
Your pitch perfect perptitude
Broken wind up toys
Find joy in the hands of the burnt ones
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