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Black fine tip sharpie glides in perfect curve lines Letting out a pungent smell The ink stains my healing skin on my left wrist as my right hand guides the weapon as if it were a razor It used to be a razor
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
Sharpie Tattoo
Black fine tip sharpie glides in perfect curve lines Letting out a pungent smell The ink stains my healing skin on my left wrist as my right hand guides the weapon as if it were a razor It used to be a razor
nguyenethepoo
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
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