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My Ink
Contributed by
Lildrifter
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Sunday, 12th May 2013 @ 03:22:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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An odd, yet beautiful form of art.
A momento of life, In death it will not part.
A tale of ones, historic being.
Inked your soul, it is your heart you are freeing.
An illustration of my art and its meaning to me.
An explanation, for all the judgementals to see.
So remove that sour expression from your face.
And listen closely, before words are placed.
"Disrespecting your body, with scribbles and clutter"
Rebellious and deviant are the words you mutter.
Each scribble your eyes, pass and criticise.
Are personal adventures, dont you realise ?
Each scribble is a chapter, in my book of existence.
So come and read, hold back your resistance.
I welcome you to my life, here is the start.
There is no end, it is my continuous art.
Copyright ©
Lildrifter
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2013-05-12 15:22:02]
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Re: My Ink
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by emystar on
Sunday, 12th May 2013 @ 11:30:56 PM AEST
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mY SON AND HIS FAMILY GETS INTO THAT. i'Ts your body and no one has the right to judge you or question you. There are many art forms.
Blessings and tat on.
smiles,
emy
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