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The Tears of the Clown
The Tears of the Clown
A veil of smiles,
worn effortlessly.
Tuning out the blurring din,
alone in the cackling throng,
never hoping to belong,
though pining to fit-in.
Peeling off the thin facade,
feeling the pained charade,
melting into the dim parade.
Trickling effortlessly down,
over the strained contours,
of a spurious laugh,
the tears of the clown,
rehearsed, rehashed,
form an unending cold stream,
dissolving the lingering traces,
of this simple boy's dream
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