Monday, March 14, 2016

Dedication

I am getting your tattoo tomorrow

Your permission was the fog over the lake
And the imediacy of my decision

It is the way your star scribbled itself on my arm
The way it transfers like a print
Unique
Not the same

I have never been like you
And this star
Won't be either
Yours could have meant a thousand things

And mine only means you.

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