and I juggle
for your entertainment.
The downside of being
a performer is that you
like me more with the stage
makeup on. What if
I dropped the act
and held just this emotion
so tightly that it embodied
into something
other than a rubber ball
bouncing in my stomach?
Would I still be something
to watch or should I expect
the crash of circus tents
to be the end of me?
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