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Tattoos

After the fire,
my skin went cold.

My heart iced over.

With everyone gone, I am the only survivor,
all happy memories clouded, all of my
love gone.

I made the ink.
All of it was black.

I brought out the needles.

The thorns wrapped around my skin


The wings spread across my back.

The rest of my skin

tattooed

with ash roses.



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