~ No Other ~

Does the sod not need the sow ...
Does my heart not heed your know …
I will always love you and never it be told

~ The Crease in Ink ~

As ink recedes back to well, I lay me down to sleep ~ your words scent my pillow crease... folding, in my dreams //  *Inspired by Photographer Marc Hauser's upcoming book on tattoos*
 

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