"I know they were young. Their tattoos were fresh. As vibrant as their bodies. They shared their art that day. In a tender, caring way. Art upon art, sweating. While the radio played."
—Poet on fire (via goodnightmorticia)
(Source: poetfire, via goodnightmorticia)
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