may my heart always be open to little birds

I want to feel it,
the breathtaking certainty,
that comes when you’re loved.

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Anonymous -
France, 1930

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When beginning a tattoo apprenticeship, fruits are usually practiced on before skin.

And also, these just look cool.

LOVE.

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Is it me you love
or the me you want to see,
the me I’m not yet?

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Troof.

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flow.

I want to die.

I got a bagel this morning

because I had to.

Not because I was hungry.

My nethers are pushing blood

like a punched gum, sore teeth.

I woke up knowing I required coffee,

like I’d die without it-

So I got tea with hot milk.

I stared at my own

pretty dead face all the

way to the city this morning.

The blackness of tunnels

Providing the reflection.

“Attention please:

Broadway station is closed

due to police activity.”

I hoped for blood

Carnage

Plastic yellow tape

Massacre.

Crumpled limbs and splayed tummies.

Death.

I’ve been praying for death

All day. It’s barely 11 AM…

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