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Tattooed Soul
The tattoo on my soul fades not.
As outwardly bleak and quiet I am,
My soul is a canvas.
A supernova of colors inked for eternity,
By the needle which can puncture
And make my soul bleed.
As outwardly bleak and quiet I am,
My soul is a canvas.
A supernova of colors inked for eternity,
By the needle which can puncture
And make my soul bleed.
Published 25th Jan 2022
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