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Jul 2014
****** red eyes
A crowd of crows
Watch me balance
On tight rope
Their hollow screams
Bind me under
A missunderstanding show
We laugh for color
But we get a blender
A very tender
Cold
The flesh can breath
But our souls are blind
By a colorful spiked
Tight rope
We are not a show to be watched but avoided
Written by
eden spring buyno  illinois
(illinois)   
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