Clown Hearts by Anonymous

Eidolon Magazine
Feb 1, 2024
1 min read

We are

Bright red noses

That match our flushed faces

That glow as we trip

And stumble through each day

We are

Bright red hairs

As damaged as the burnt

Burger buns

We picked apart

And happily ate anyway

We are

Two clowns in a circus

Who sometimes get hurt

But lift each other up

With our big red hearts

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