~The Tattoo never dries~
The tattoo never dries as it stains your soul,
Anything you want you are the one in control.
The rose has found a new home,
Know it has time to live and roam through our lands.
My art breathes, and travels,
That’s more than a painting can do.
The images I etch know belong to you,
Wear them with pride till the return to ash again as time walks through.
Your hide will shrivel as time runs by,
But remember the stain remains and never dries till the end.
~inkmaster~
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