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Nov 2016
Ink
black as before dawn
at times colored like flesh bleeding
crimson red sunrise
saying mother or  butterfly
or peace or
a *******
always on your shoulder
thigh ankle
a heart
a  key and lock a riddle
I have never understood
Angie or Mabel or
Cheryl
and sometimes a big x across
like that did not work out
it has to hurt
those arrows
darts poison pens
when she finds someone else
or he leaves you for another
why I ink only paper
with names and remembrances
and if I chose to I would have
Carpe diem  tattooed on the head of my ****,
or  AURIBUS TENEO LUPUM
would fit too!
wordvango
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