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Pay the tiny man a pretty penny Pull back the flap, eyes wide no blinking Fifty pounds of piercings glitter and gleam Makes one wonder how he sleeps Two for the price of one Three legs, two torsos, two heads Will she ever find… Continue Reading “Freakshow (meet me at the carnival pt 4)”
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