we guessed her tattoo would be a coffin
She was not a unicorn pink castle princess girl
her attitudes leaned more toward blacks and blues
she could find the horribleness in every situation
we understood this, but not her reasoning
we heard she had a tattoo, guessed it was a coffin
or a skull, or burned flesh, something macabre
Her tattoo was gorgeous, monarch butterflies
nothing we expected, a cousin we really did not know
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