i saw tattoed arms, green and blue, slashed with short parallel scars long ago worn smooth. his body was wiry and thin, bony almost, but breathtakingly lovely. his hand drifted smoothly, languidly through the air, brushing my hair casually from my forehead. he barely realized he had touched me, he was drifting out of consciousness, but the contact
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this was actually kind of inspired by a dream i had last night, where i was looking at my friend in a magazine.. he doesnt have tattoos in real life but he did in the dream.
it was wierd.
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thank you.
<3
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