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Sep 2018
we
thought
it
was
a
lonely frown
but
it
was
a
whiskey smile
turned
upside down
rotten teeth
with
jagged edges
fire and brimstone
light up his eyes
who
wears
the
mask of
the
sinister clown
Written by
Stu Harley
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