As Creepy As Clowns
Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
October 11, 2018
The sound
Not unlike
That of gigantic Wings
Unfurling into flight
From the carved cave walls language to the skies of darkened night
Oh decadent, decadent youth
Hurry us into wisdom and Truth
Now abandoned phonebooths
We ring like cracked bells
No one can hear
No one left to tell the tale.
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