My smile is a frown because I hang upside down. I am the very big bell of a very small town. I am flesh and not metal so you won’t get a ring. Pull my rope and I’ll sing for as long as I swing. I can’t hold a note and my songs are just screams. My nightmares are real as opposed to bad dreams. One day I will break and so will my face. My fake smile will no longer be frozen in place.


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