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His arms are covered with a rainbow of ink Each one different, they all are so unique what stories life beneath his works of art? Perhaps scars and broken pieces of his heart? Maybe from a time when he felt misunderstood or maybe he got them because someone said he never would They say he once served in the military so perhaps they were his saving grace from fear that was to heavy for him to carry. His ink runs from finger to elbows but the truth behind them I will never know
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
Him
His arms are covered with a rainbow of ink Each one different, they all are so unique what stories life beneath his works of art? Perhaps scars and broken pieces of his heart? Maybe from a time when he felt misunderstood or maybe he got them because someone said he never would They say he once served in the military so perhaps they were his saving grace from fear that was to heavy for him to carry. His ink runs from finger to elbows but the truth behind them I will never know
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F/at the end of the rainbow
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
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