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as life changes it brings the thought to get a tat,
seeing among the pictures deciding to get that,
sitting down as the needle approaches slow,
thinking of the flapping wing of the crow,
stabbing pains that can be handled in that spot,
the anticipation to see what you got,
the feathers of the bird drawn in black skin deep ink,
having a look to see what you think,
the bird of black on your shoulder calls,
being there forever to hold you from falls.