As Creepy As Clowns
Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
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To greet the cheap gods
We wear our fake selves
Our beating hearts sit on dusty shelves collecting paper machete love letters, written and bitten
By our favorite matchstick men
We better bet wisely
The nails are rusty
And daring us to walk.
[Nine ten nineteen]
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