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Killer clowns


I dressed myself as one

I paraded the streets of my mind

I crossed Father Time

With dreams of mine

I paraded my happy dreams

With these killer clowns

Who’s gonna say no?

If what I want goes down?

These clowns adore and address me

Caressing and help me

Be who I wanna be

With no judgement

I address them

They subside in my dreams

We laugh and play

I am a child again

It’s a sweet happy feeling 

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