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Circus of Alone

The windows, the floor
I'm blocked in
The walls to the door
I'm losing pieces of me
Locked away, hidden in repair
Tell me, how original
You and your matching friends are
One by one you trapeze by
A contrast to the others
In all but numbers
Be frank my dear
And fess it aloud
You're nothing but a clone
Claiming no individual zone
Share and share alike yes?
With less of me to be seen
The room almost wiped clean
No evidence of the struggle
Of simply living or
Cardboard cut-out friends
Cold inside, shivering blood
With burning skin
Can't take anything out of this
Except I won't be missed




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