Shielding our imperfection into a twist
Of concealing veils
As to MR.clowns
HE was long, mis-shapen and forlorn
All his wifes ran away without a smile,
But full of a gaze unhallowed eyes of stone
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
Shielding our imperfection into a twist
Of concealing veils
As to MR.clowns
HE was long, mis-shapen and forlorn
All his wifes ran away without a smile,
But full of a gaze unhallowed eyes of stone
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