vincent armone (1/24/70 / Brooklyn)
laugh its okay, i want you too.
And when you are roaring.
Hand to belly.
Back to wall.
I will be doing what i do best.
Making an ass out of myself.
And fooling you all believeing.
That my tears are from laughter.
But their not.
They are from me.
Hard, distraught, hopeless.
Me the clown, my tears for you.
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