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Cirque Act 1 by Ashleigh Giannoccaro (2016, Trade Paperback)

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Product Identifiers

PublisherCreateSpace

ISBN-101537652052

ISBN-139781537652054

eBay Product ID (ePID)235583603

Product Key Features

Book TitleCirque Act 1

Number of Pages258 Pages

LanguageEnglish

Publication Year2016

TopicRomance / Suspense

GenreFiction

AuthorAshleigh Giannoccaro

FormatTrade Paperback

Dimensions

Item Height0.6 in

Item Weight12.3 Oz

Item Length8 in

Item Width5 in

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Intended AudienceTrade

SynopsisA boy looked in a window, to see a naughty show Through the pane of pain, the master clown did blow The circus is a holy tent, the keeper of my rhyme Where I forged my chains, creating this pantomime Pretending to be normal, I wait until after dark Then I paint the frown on, get a whore from the park At the bottom of that bed was a darling in a chest She watched with big eyes, horror hooking her from rest She dances for the maniac, twirling on her strings I will make her mine, sharing damaged things I will be her riddle, she will help me grin So why does she run away, she has to let me in No one loves the clown, not even the midget We've gone too far, she will know my secret Love can break the hardest mask, I know this to be true Nightmares have hearts too, I only needed you, A boy looked in a window, to see a naughty showThrough the pane of pain, the master clown did blowThe circus is a holy tent, the keeper of my rhymeWhere I forged my chains, creating this pantomimePretending to be normal, I wait until after darkThen I paint the frown on, get a whore from the parkAt the bottom of that bed was a darling in a chestShe watched with big eyes, horror hooking her from restShe dances for the maniac, twirling on her stringsI will make her mine, sharing damaged thingsI will be her riddle, she will help me grinSo why does she run away, she has to let me inNo one loves the clown, not even the midgetWe've gone too far, she will know my secretLove can break the hardest mask, I know this to be trueNightmares have hearts too, I only needed you