Circus
they paint my body,
and make me sing,
a smile i want,
from the man in the ring,
bend me this way,
throw me there,
with opened mouths,
they sit and stare,
i catch the eyes,
of one in the crowd,
of flowing laughter,
growing loud,
they see my chains,
my silent cries,
with each twirl in the air,
my spirit dies,
the lights go down,
i sit and wait,
as the one i love,
closes the gate
i wish for light,
where i used to fly,
before i was here,
where the clowns still cry
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