the mime made to put it in my mouth.
but the wind picked up.
it was three blocks suspended before the backside
of a fan
pulled it from the street
and into
a pawn shop.
it dropped to the floor.
all very
dramatic
said some clown
to another. said the other
to his white hand
always putting
it on.
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC
the mime made to put it in my mouth.
but the wind picked up.
it was three blocks suspended before the backside
of a fan
pulled it from the street
and into
a pawn shop.
it dropped to the floor.
all very
dramatic
said some clown
to another. said the other
to his white hand
always putting
it on.
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