Obsession spectacle
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A clown hit my head with a bottle of dreams and broke into laughter
I pierced his eyes with fantasies about an extinct world
For Hindus, giving shoulder means carrying the dead so I offered him shoulder
And he threw me a kiss of majestic solitude
We exchanged garlands of faithful traitorship
We started walking towards the sand-house called asylum
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