Saved Poem by Leo Briones

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I was born
with a propensity
to confess.
I always felt
that a curse,
until one day,
I spilled blood
all over the grotto
and some clever sojourner
put it in a chalice,
gave a toast
to second chances,
then sewed my heart
with golden thread
and it started beating again.

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