the clownA Poem by patchwork.boyhands clapping flesh hitting flesh louder it goes 'cause nobody knows glops of white spread red and blue, common hues paint it wide and bright don't put up a fight spread limbs wide for each and every eye lick lies on painted lips rubbing many rips circus music playing sad, spinning synonym screeching melody of giggles stretched skin wriggles lights flickering out flaking, peeling layers bones hitting thick wood blood dripping where he stood sinking through the sink staring, gawking through this great buffoon high hysterically wishing to die
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