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I’m a writer
I hide
or play
sometimes dance or break
depends on where I am
who I am
on the page.
Don’t tell me
characters are
simply that
not a form
not a voice
they have.
Don’t go denouncing
a tale I weave
it may only be fiction
in name.
Sometime, worlds will collide
sometimes stars dim
or I travel galaxies
in search of something
human indeed,
and in the dusk of an evening
someday I could be a saviour
and a villain,
someday I’ll laugh
or cry
under the veil of ink.