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Jan 2018
When did I become
a brilliant devotee?
The crucible of my heart crackled
and destroyed self-consciousness,
so I performed in the square
and the people walked away disoriented,
mumbling to themselves about love.
Written by
Miracle Beyond Me  49/M/Ohio
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