as the ink settles into my skin
and i sigh a soft completion
i am whole.
with or without another,
i must stand and face my world
with bravery
and tenacity
and strength.
things which i write on my body
are sacred and show truth
in its rarest forms...
complete.
and i walk out the doors
planning another walk in them
letting ink into skin and mind
and spirit.
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