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to be a clown
was once a little
boy´s dream-

to fall down
and then rise
with love..
 Dec 2020 Amanda N Skaggs
Colm
By my own hand, self-oblivion comes.
By my own mind, undone or wound.
By a question asked, all is lost of found.
By opinion shared, around.
5/5
 Dec 2020 Amanda N Skaggs
Colm
The best thing is. At the end of the day. It ends.
 Dec 2020 Amanda N Skaggs
Colm
Does the ocean know where its own heart is?
Or the sand their numbers?
Or the rain its downfall?
No, not at all
It doesn't think of such things at all
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