Panic

it sounds like a circus back there,
behind me where I can’t go, trapped
in my mute carnival
and I’m suddenly alone
in a huge wide world, a
spinning playground and the people
are paper cut-outs with empty expressions
and painted souls like balloons;
there is no love in this place

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