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If it pleases to be teased we’ll have ourselves a fantasy
Of marching feet on cleated time
Bleated rhymes don’t suit me well
If it’s time it’s time to tell
That once we gel
Solidify
Puncture prime
Pumped to tincture
Without erasure.
This permanence on my skin is your reminder
To falter and trip
And excuse yourself the reality
Of having no excuses.
~C
Nil Desperandum, tatooed on my left forearm.
