on the walls,
where the pictures hang,
i'm always moving
things around,
buying something new,
a landscape,
a portrait, perhaps an
abstract painting,
splashed
with orange and blue.
it's an easy afternoon,
of taking art down,
removing the old for
something new.
i'm continually
changing things up.
it makes me realize that
i was never born to have
a tattoo.
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