A message to yourself
The adornment of moments gone
A tattoo is tidbits of madness stuck into the pores
And the simple pleasure of knowing
Only you can fathom their true substance
A tattoo is all these others within you
Who crossed your mind while the ink
Was finding its way in
A tattoo is the metatext to your dreams
A door to your soul
And the key.
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