The buzzing sound that's in my ears
It's like a fucking melody to me
I love that feeling when the needle touches me
I feel free like nothing can mess with me
The smell of fresh brought ink
The music that relaxes me
It feels like an escape
There's no fear, no regret
Just the needle, the artist and and tattoo on my skin
(Authors note: wrote it at tattoo place)
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Poetry, Interrupted
Поэзия"Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupte...
