Tears of a clown
Don't let the painted layers that were made to make up , stop you from questioning the feelings behind their costumes and gown.
The slightest smudging, by which sympathetic fingers smear, unmasks fear, and an underlying frown
At the end of every day, when curtains close and the lights die down. Floodgated tears emerge, from the sad eyes of a person
Perceived only, but a CLOWN
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