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Clown Up

Muscle torned -
I collide into straight through another bend -
What rips the edges of my heart -
Pain which burns my fire into flames -
With veins plastered into my flesh -
Smacked into the sky -
I bond to the cracks -
Bones leaking marrow -
My blue print to life -
My storm is trapped inside from, spoken to the wings, whichhe outside -
What narrows the arrow to a sparrow -
Black is black to a crow -
The forgotten blood of the army -
Which lost to the white in snow -
Do not climb; be the ladder -
So you will remember to go up, instead of down -
As blueberries pie in the face of a clown

poem by Unic Cjonr
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