you are the ink,
i am the paper.
put color on my whiteness
give story to my blankness.
leave an imprint.
make me a history.
tattoo me all over,
in lines, in dots, in curves.
as if to say i am yours,
as if i will object.
you are the ink.
i am the paper.
touch me per layer.
turn me over and over.
i am the paper.
you are the ink.
stain me, and let it sink.
because with you, i need not think.
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