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𝒊 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈

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you gave me a pen
and said give me a tattoo

i held your hand in place,
fingers over fingers, and
my pinkie brushed with yours.

you laughed
when i said i might mess it up

and do we like each other
or do we just pretend
that ink on our hands is happiness?

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