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Jun 2014
everything   is   a  spinning
blurry  mess  that's  racing
in circles around  my head
i don't have the time to fall
apart tonight, i'm too busy
trying to comprehend what
happens to half people and
what it means to  be  whole
but there is one thing in this
that i can still understand &
that still remains in
f o c u s
and that would be you
circus clown
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circus clown  TX
(TX)   
578
   brooke, r, fdg and Megan Grace
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