random inkA Poem by Tenten
Decoration, meaning, beauty, addictive Flesh canvas marred in needle prick dye Faces, names, numbers, flowers, days Demons, twirls and swirls, the moon Turned human art by steady hand Crawling creeping slow consumption Of willing warm skin Of a limb a slab a cut of humanness Turn to art, living work That moves the world to amazed tears © 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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