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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2011 Aug 24 Comment on this Work [[2011.08.24.04.58.828]] |
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I went last night to the little tattoo parlor down the street Glowing brightly in the night, calling to passerbys For them to declare some sort of permanence Across flesh, resisting their own inevitable decay I paid a man sixty dollars to put the words from your mouth Onto the finger I had promised you with all my heart Black ink buzzed into my skin with a sickening hum The harsh florescent lights smiling along with the tune It only took a few minutes and the work was complete Two little words stinging red, a fresher pain A reminder left behind; the only thing you've ever asked of me Be Free |