TATTOO
As you walk through the doorThe sounds of a master trade are present
The glorious sounds of a buzzing machine
As you stand and get prepped by your artist
You enter a state of tranquility
Sitting in the chair the artist asks if you are ready
The needle blurs, the machine begins to buzz, its time to start
The pain is somewhere else in your mind
The relationship begins as the ink flows
You watch as the magic and talent unfolds
A wipe here and a line there, it IS a wonder
After an unknown time the artist says you done
You get wiped down and go look in the mirror
The moment you see the completed masterpiece
Your breath stops and slowly the smile begins
As it spreads ear to ear realize your art is done
All wrapped up and many thank yous later your on your way
Wondering when and what will you do next.
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