I know I already shared a poem today, but every time I trip or hurt myself I think of this poem and since I’ve lately been obsessed with watching the clowns on NoPixel GTArp.
So yeah, it’s just a strange convergence of clowns-injuring myself-poetry that brings you this extra poem today.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the wonderful, beautiful scenery from the Sims 4 as a back drop.
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 | pattikeno on folding inside of myself |
| pattikeno on starving |
 | Deanne on starving |
| pattikeno on Clown Shoes |
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