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May 2019
A jester who is unheard
loses its identity.
The sound of
crickets begin to echo.
Punchlines sock you
in the face
and the
silence is deafening.
Ainnoot
Written by
Ainnoot  23/M/Brooklyn
(23/M/Brooklyn)   
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