5.12.11

5.11.11

You are the artiste, I – the magician. You play with colour and shape, as you trace the lines along my face. Yet I may choose to disappear, bend the rules that keep my here. I tread the wire that suspends belief. You find me here, yet lose yourself, as colours give way to shapes … Read more

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