Circus of Silence

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Pushing past popcorn addicts

Crazed bacchae and revelers

You search for the garb of a witch

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You catch a tail here

A tale there

But with every step you take

You find yourself running another direction

You find yourself wanting another confection

You find yourself wanting to stay

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You want to curl up and sleep

In that tiger's bed of hay

You want to do something- anything else

But you fight it

Your hands ball, your teeth grit

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You meet her at the gate

Your heart is full of hate

And yet something in you smiles when she does

She's radiant in her cloud of dust

And stars

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They form on the outside

The feline boy and the straight-backed psychic

In your mind, you feel something click

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On your knees, you watch

As she steps through the gate

As her glamour, like a balloon

Seems to deflate

The Old Witch is indeed, a girl

Eighteen at the most

For her age, you admit

She made a good host

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She embraces her friends

On the other side

The tiger-boy reassures them both

Until tears are all dried

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They cheer

They cry

Eventually, they'll die

But now, there are lives to live

Breaths to take

Bad songs to sing

Homes to make

Just not for you

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Because you stayed in the Circus Everlasting

this is the next story

I'll put you through

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