A thousand disintegrating subtext
a spill of words
I give them to you

Ink on my hands

A tapestry of hope
squares fit loose
patchwork of colors that will fade

Ink on my body

I move before you move
a blurred halo
a shimmer of falling hair

Ink on my face

A blurry shroud
not silhouette nor shadow
more a vivid falling

of my essential ends

like a flare on film

exposed

or maybe
ruined

or made
beautiful

forever

Ink on your heart

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