Pasted on past
With thick clown paint
Continuously outlasts
A dark day's saint.

Crooked cocky smiles
And empty lovers
Stretch for miles,
While sins uncover

A man filled marsh
Of foggy failures
And outcomes so harsh,
Singed desert pours
Over mountainous minds.

Dry dreams drown.
memories soak and bind
To the face 
Of a clown


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