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Nov 2014
My mask is what I have become.
A clown drowning in his own tears while smiling for the world.
The paint won't come off.
My skin is stained snowy white and my red nose piece is how I breathe.
Removing a single piece would be suicide
and this why my first faced was dyed.
No one to talk to or confide,
a clown in a cage, telling jokes for your laughter.
HAHAHA...
Mark Parker
Written by
Mark Parker  Elkins, WV
(Elkins, WV)   
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