Writing inspires me internally and externally. It is what makes me tick. I was born telling stories and fairytales. Yet I have real world opinons and love writing them down too.
I see the shadow of age upon my face Like a mask A chiffon veil, sheer, almost imperceptible Like a geisha, haunting, translucent Prostituting its last favours Selling a picture that hardly exists A history , a memory.
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