broken language patterns
hustled together in a patchwork
of happy faces and fancy colors
attracted to the downtown circus
setting the party scene on fire
crazy drunk on mother's milk
liberated in a dynamite package
dropping the innocent routine
all the way down and around
to pinch a little bit off the top
trapped inside an expanding light
with a special kind of cool smile
fooled into believing the fairy tales
starving for affection and love
filtered naturally through damage
in green leaves or shattered lives
but once the genie is out of the bottle
you can never go back to the way it was
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