Sweet roses come to fate
At all times
She dances in the street with the gorillas
But more importantly
She doesn't care
For I am the girl with the gorillas!
And I am the clown
Who doesn't wear a frown,
Or am I the clown who screams?
My total existence in humanity is me
Slay me! Slay me!
For I am the clown.
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
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