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Jul 2021
Know thy sound, of barriers bound
the voices come to play.
In horrendous round, what will be found
a little boy trapped away.
He will be gowned, he will be crowned
to put on a show today.
In mask he clowned, with words profound
to make the people stay.
his heart is wound, listen to it pound
darkness consumes the day.
when around, the noises compound
time has come to pay.
For on this mound, his mind has drowned
the voices, they slay.
Sean Grimes
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Sean Grimes  24/M/Saint Paul, MN
(24/M/Saint Paul, MN)   
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