Her tattoos echo Art Deco
tattood
on an easel to swoon for
for her
I could be more,
could see more than the ink
would be more than one
fragile link
in the chain.
I imagine again and again
I imagine if
life becomes nouveau
what would I do and where
could I go?
Her tattoos echo
Art Deco
I
bounce of the walls.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Her tattoos echo Art Deco
tattood
on an easel to swoon for
for her
I could be more,
could see more than the ink
would be more than one
fragile link
in the chain.
I imagine again and again
I imagine if
life becomes nouveau
what would I do and where
could I go?
Her tattoos echo
Art Deco
I
bounce of the walls.
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