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Tattoo

the tattoo artist building her needles on a grooved slate leaves a mark on your skin her emotions doing the deed takes a toll on her heart as she knows you'll be walking the streets with her vision the trust you put on her she designs amazing pictures on the canvas of life greedy she takes an arm a leg or your back she is not for the small stuff giving her carte blanche as her insist she uses her perception to know you not to mar your life but make it stronger no candles no incense no exchange of money the priestess gets blood and ink flowing

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Mary Diliberto

Date: 5/4/2015 4:28:00 PM

having many tats myself, we indeed trust our tattoo artist and they indeed draw their vision or at least help us with ours as we become a living walking tableau.

Catherine Labeau
Date: 5/4/2015 5:10:00 PM

I wear my black ear with pride and it help me to stay in shape as otherwise I will look ridiculous

Catherine Labeau
Date: 5/4/2015 5:06:00 PM

I am talking 30 years ago no heart no butterfly but smart shapes climbing an arm or speeding a leg and today in the smallness of the world encountering them they thank me as I never deface them

Mary Diliberto
Date: 5/4/2015 5:05:00 PM

definitely they are to be done with serious thought for they will be there permanently and regrets will be too late

Catherine Labeau
Date: 5/4/2015 4:58:00 PM

I always made sure they will aged with you and that is why I had to reach them and not a whimsie

Catherine Labeau
Date: 5/4/2015 4:53:00 PM

I stop tattooing years ago but still have my equipment as people keep begging I have a black ear making a statement of the commitment