slowly, slowly
such is the coming of the night
not so swift, a gentle drift
in
revealing undertones,
stillness
confined by mercy
hawking her wares,
there’s no sense in waiting
for the wind to cease
such is the coming of the night
not so swift, a gentle drift
in
revealing undertones,
stillness
confined by mercy
hawking her wares,
there’s no sense in waiting
for the wind to cease
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Ryn: I’m not sure the name of the font. I just did a google search for tattoo fonts and found it on one of the first pages. Thanks for your input =)
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love this. love you. I miss you. x
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