As Creepy As Clowns
Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
February 11, 2018
I blinked
And you were gone
How could I have known
These seeds I've sewn
Would grow on their own
And rise towards the skies
Only to be toppled by wind blown lies
She cries
And I die a little more each day
With all the things I'd never say.
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