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Mar 2014
earlier tonight, i walked across a busy street
with my hands in my pockets and my eyes closed
in such a desperate need to once again,
feel the weight of your body on top of mine.
about two or three different car horns
pierced through the atmosphere,
but i paid no attention to it.

it all just sounded like God laughing.
not sure if i wanted to die or if i just wanted to know someone sensed my presence.
circus clown
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circus clown  TX
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