To don a mask. 

I re read it hoping the words will form a different puzzle but each time they say they the same thing, nothing and everything. To be what was. To be what was. I should delete them drown myself in a fantasy that doesn’t exist and dance at the masquerade ball. To don a mask with sparkling eyes and an eternal smile and the hint of a kiss upon my lips. To donr mask then I shall exist. 


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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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