3 Kinds

by E1even   Oct 29, 2013


In circles of a circus the clowns doing show focuses they dont even out or wana do, painted faces's with make up covered up colored out masters of disguss, they having pain they show to the kids that its a neva ay ending timing event. Just a fresh ole looking like new start put your losses behind dont you dare to the evil eyed of ring leaders lurked on it dont u think. Get what you have stay behind the open secert curtins only yall be the host to your own circus. Let the lions lie to lye within the layers of the weaked hearted and yet strong with its strength body figured they all have but at the end their just pussy ole' purring cats what ashame of the wild envy eved foresstest is all they want to be kings and no ones pets in the dream they stay asleep, while the clown and the kids laugh at them for they are da main event.

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