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laughter
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9.04.2015
stuck there
Laughs leave the body, lighter than air; choked sobs stick inside the throat forever.
2.08.2008
straining to entertain
The poet thought that by being a clown the work would somehow show itself better. If the people laughed, if they bought books, if they went home happy, that was enough.
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