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Circulates


 

There are times

When I feel

Like a parody of myself

I already have that

That’s what the clown is for

Yet I never stop

Ranting about

Art and Death and Emotion

This will not last forever

I assure you

Yet who knows

Art imitates life

Life imitates art

I may be bound to this forever

And if I am

As long as I have my friends

And means to express

That within my heart

I will surely be

Happy.

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