

a love once lost, found again.i miss the first scent of your hair in the morning when i would turn over and bury my nose into the nape of your neck; you would smell like leftover cologne and nag champa and the lingering trail of a love once lost, found again.a love once lost, found again.
there will be no evidence of us from this point onward except for black kohl staining your pillow and strands of my hair littering your bedspread and leftovers of the meal we ate last night before collapsing into bed, dirty plates of take-out chinese and jasmine tea in brittle cups.
(i answered your door clad only in your tee shirt, swimming on me, &
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{ and the rivers of blood pushed back in my veins. }
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Why humans are so stupid?
My gallery: [link]
My portfolio: [link]
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IT'S ALL ABOUT PERSPECTIVES.
photography: my life, my love, my obsession.
find me on flickr: [link]
but umm, i'm not positive because it was on my old computer, but i think the font was called calligraphy--or something along those lines.
thanks for the interest in my tattoo.
-vivian.
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they say the x-ray found a landmine where your heart should be.
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L'important n'est pas de vivre mais d'avoir le souffle coupé...
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I love the man, but the nature more ...
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It's really sad that people can't understand art. They are scared about the power of it....and maybe they should be.
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