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Mar 2018
we ignite in ovation.
applaud to the blood that twists
and tangles with the wind.
now fiery whispers
ablaze the ******* breeze of death.

   a divine show finally came to its end.

hindered by a bullet
our dancing clown
bleeds freely underneath.
kaleidoscopic glasses and tired masks
lay shattered inbetween

    i fired with my laughter
before choking with fake teeth.
- march, 2018
Oliver
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