Of life, and love.

i know nothing,
except for a tattoo –
which is exclusive,
abusive, conducive,
blocking my essence,
perhaps I have been,
naive?

wishing dreams,
free spirit mediums,
promising premiums,
it eludes me,
still,
– my heart stops –
and,

my.
eyes.
fill.

ink is free, so...

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