You left glorious tattoos of your name on my soul
If my soul was visible, we would see this ink in all its wonder
The needle you used for this art did not hurt when you were drawing
There were no bruises or pain
The pain came when you stopped drawing
Now I have thousands of tattoos of your name on my soul, all of them crying out in selfish and selfless abandon for more.
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