Grateful

[Another Morocco piece. It’s kind of cheery in a way!]

There is ink in my blood
And poison
And sin
And I do not know how to get it out
Or even if I want to
I am tattooed with guilts
Riddled with stories
Rife with regrets
And dying
And I am alive
So thank fuck for that.

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