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This clown cuts his out
rasps like a saw through a heart-string
half-strung out
smashing bottles with a grimace and over-sized shoe
and his head
aches
like he cannot sit down
for days
before
and after-the-effect
drinking eyeliner to stopper the cough in his throat
He cannot see his own face
his mirror had enough,
packed her bags
and wrapped herself in dust
There’s a fly on the windowsill
and he sings
but, his voice is so thin.
mrvarney 