Our bodies have become

memorial grounds for all of the lives lost


Showcasing our favorite moments

Our favorite people

Words we wish to live by

Words we wish we could say

I only know you love me

From the tattoo on your arm


Our bodies have become something like graveyards

Art galleries


For things we love

I only remember you

When I look at my chest


The way to reclaim your body

Is to turn it into art


Art is the way


Everything is a canvas

Waiting to be painted on

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