As Creepy As Clowns
Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
glen
I'm deeper than a bight
Wider than a fjord
I used to have a voice
Then you took my words
Now I'm selling silence
In the sound behind the sea
Producing silent movies
Inspired by your lunacy
With bedrock in my mouth
I approach isostasy
Will this shift give birth to equilibrium
Or abort my apostasy
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