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The Trigger Clown

The trigger clown

(In the bitter glow

Of a painted frown)

Feels the undertow

Pull him down

(Where bodies freeze

Underground.)

Confined

By no boundaries

His mind

Travels with the souls he frees

Unwinding the restraints of realities.

It’s there he finds how he’s

Reminded of the binds

Inside the earth that wind up

Anchoring the tree topped skylines

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