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Nov 2014
Ink
Ink pierced skin,
Illuminating
Image in
Thick black lines.
Skin bled
Shyly,
Adding red pigment
To all the haphazard
Mistakes,
Gun shook,
Skipping,
Jumping,
******* up,
As he downed the liquor,
And smiled,
Admiring his work
Through proud
Drunk eyes.
Olivia McCann
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Olivia McCann
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