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Tall, I am young. Old, I am short. With life I glow. Anemoi is my foe.
In many hallways you would stand, if not with this in hand.
What gets broken when you don't hold it?
What gives life and love, and is there till they die? What can hide you and find you, heal you and feed you but should never give up on you?
What Botox will do to your expression.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?