You are here. Many sorrowful answers are words that are stopped.
Clown.
You are body. Clown is star of friendship. Body got me and I am words.
Silliness Sylvia grew her family and I am her brain chalking the thoughts I have on the flag.
Souters. Dolly Calls me and I draw you. Here is my drum: clothes star their lives. Suck.
Belong. Where are you? I am you. This is a reading available to the public that wishes
Communication to listen to life..
I have brought planes and money to allow you to belong here, where bodies safely dry under a flowering world.
Please help me feel like you. I wish you were clowns.
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