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Ink
Splatter me in century old sayings
From deceased artists I don't even know
Take a face first dive in your ink
and tat me up from my head to my toe
Brand me with a cross of dying Jesus
Bare markings of the Inca on my wrists
A blood thirsty sex-deprived contessa
A sunken ship inhabited by fish
Lasso me in bushels of ivy
Spewl barbed wire down the shaft of my arms
A serenity prayer for my Daddy
An arrow through the heart for my Mom
Make me into your greatest project
My body is yours to create
Penetrate through the layers of my broadness
Look at me as your blank human slate
From deceased artists I don't even know
Take a face first dive in your ink
and tat me up from my head to my toe
Brand me with a cross of dying Jesus
Bare markings of the Inca on my wrists
A blood thirsty sex-deprived contessa
A sunken ship inhabited by fish
Lasso me in bushels of ivy
Spewl barbed wire down the shaft of my arms
A serenity prayer for my Daddy
An arrow through the heart for my Mom
Make me into your greatest project
My body is yours to create
Penetrate through the layers of my broadness
Look at me as your blank human slate
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