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I
seam as a clown, masquerading in my gown
Tall heels balance my frown
Stitching going up and down
Waking up in another town
Red
rouge smears my lips
I juggle my illusions between tricks
Patch holes to fix my rips
Lights
flash colors from the sun
People clapping amusing fun
Starry gazes signaling I'm done
Flip me off this net so I can run run run
Inhale
fear and exhale cheer
All the smoke makes me tear
Must blowout the fear
Throw
objects high
Never to come down and die
Turn your back and smile bye-bye
Backstage
is a cage
Keeper of the rage
Part the curtain to turn another pretty page
Copyright
© Andrea Suroiu
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