Tired irrational thoughts
Miss the page and end up inked blots
What use is this?
Too many thoughts for paper to hold
I thought this would clear my mind
or so I was told
Time to be bold
Commit these thoughts to skin
For every body is a canvas
Fill it with your art and memories
Fit it with your love. Cover your skin.
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