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here's a story of where these marks came from
scribbled here by hometown pens
upon our mirrored cheeks
laid to rest in permanence: impermanence
spared by pride: by iron and oil
sealed with blood, and ink, and pain:
my familiars, just a tattoo gun away.
interesting phrase:
self-excommunication.
self-emancipation
self-immolation
color me synonymous, helium.
open me and take only w...
Tuesday 8th December 2015 6:30 am

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