This one

I’ve had the same drawing on my hand for almost a week.
If this were a real tattoo maybe it would be ok, but maybe I would want to wash it off.
Last night I decided to start scrubbing.

Is this all that is changing?
The color of ink on your skin?

I’ve been inside of reflections, and feeling warm when I wake up from dreams.
Dreams that are being freed from my soul and into play.

Where healing has it’s ways.
Where tears have their moments.
Where catching a star holds the time.



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About Hannah's Defense

I'm a graphic arts musician with love always on the brain. I yield to art and randomly sing songs.

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