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Mar 5
Giggles escape my lips as light as champagne
an enraptured audience
leaning on the edge of their seats
hanging on each word, each laugh
as though my voice is their essence of life.

Then; peaceful, quiet solitude.
I went, performed, enthralled.
I have earned my rest.

Tomorrow, I perform again.

Spilled little things
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