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Untitled by Scott Walker

Untitled

by Scott Walker

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She, dressed like a clown,

smiles garishly

at the man

who drinks at the bar.

They talk and laugh.

He whispers,

Together they leave

for a room,

She, hoping to finally find

a balm for her

scalded heart,

He, hoping to slip out

before he has

to buy breakfast for

his latest one night jester.

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