My face is changing. I've got crows-feet around my eyes from smiling too damn much and creases in my forehead from frowning too damn much.
If you were to read these lines, like a palm reader, they would reveal a great trapeze artist. I perform emotional acrobatics. Flips, somersaults, etc. - usually without a net (when we're together). When you're with me we move so fast I can no longer tell who's catching and who's being caught. Probably me.
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