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[198] The Clown Smiles

Cold winter breeze grazes my spine
It breaks little by little when i smile
The world is upside down
that’s why it seems like i’m smiling

If I don’t live try to kill my ghost
If it haunts all the lonely souls
who can feel everything slip away
as if they held the sands of time
The end escapes my grasp too
as i tried to hold together my spine
but it brittled into sands that slipped away
every time i tried to smile

Rahul Gaur

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