Colour me, still colour me


Designed face and Natural face of a prostitute stood across divided by a mirror.

‘Oi…go away, your very presence admonishes the clients. Why don’t you eternally vaporize from my life? ’ cried the former.

Her natural eyes then centered a rough out-dated patch on the wall which was fading day by day even after glossing, as if trying to say something.

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