Tattoos ran up and down her body...
Beautiful pieces of artwork that she alone understood.
For she, herself was like artwork...
Seen by many and understood by one.
Me.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
Tattoos ran up and down her body...
Beautiful pieces of artwork that she alone understood.
For she, herself was like artwork...
Seen by many and understood by one.
Me.
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