A home-made tattoo wrapped up in a scroll

(not of honey and milk, but indian ink)

saw 50 summers, but winters no more.

A cooling board smoothes away pain.

An epithet formerly scrawled upon walls;

a roughly-inked alias on a right wrist

provided the title required to assist in

identification of you.

I will search for your words in your final abode...

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This is the beginning,

the birth;

in fast/slow motion,

the start of your new amour.

A loving for your all;

devotion, just for you.

In the day before today,

in the day after tomorrow,

in the core of all your sorrow,

my mind will walk with yours.

In the light of your depth,

in the face of your strength,

in the reach of your k...

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