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Mar 2017
The nightmare consumes me
Bringing forth fear and pain
Colors glistening off ur face
White and red mark you
As an outcast in my life
In the midst of darkness

Taking advantage of my sleep
Feeding into my fears of
These painted beings
The grin brings me to tears
Cowering under your big red feet
You're the Set-Up
And I'm the Punchline
Wife had a nightmare about clowns which she hates.
Jon Po Dom
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Jon Po Dom  31/M/South Jersey πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ
(31/M/South Jersey πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ)   
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