count the words

Innocent smile so easily used, a small pair of hands,

easily bruised.

A clown full of fear, with shell strong and brave,

was that really the way to behave?

This deserted stage I will ravish and roam,

these eyes I'll deceive to no ends all alone.

I begin here.

 


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