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The Clown

"At times I wonder, if I'm behind that colorful mask that I wear. Perhaps, I don't have a face. It's just a procession of hundred eyes trying to see inside me.... where I'd stopped existing a long time back. But if you smile you'll probably find me in one corner of your eyes."


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He dismissed her memories as dark thoughts because she disappeared with the night.

He dismissed himself too, as dark thoughts because he disappeared within her.

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  • Blogger jem says so:
    11/03/2007 4:22 AM  

    When I read this I see a hall of mirrors - stretching into the distance, but actually going nowhere, images of people diminishing into themselves.

    As always, your smallest pieces can be so provocative. top

  • Blogger The Clown says so:
    11/03/2007 6:51 AM  

    When you speak of a hall of mirrors, I wish you'd read this.

    Thanks. Smile. top