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She haunts the roads, she waits for a new face.
The arms red and injured, she wants to rise, she cant until we have faced;
I'll cut your armies down, and turn your heart.

You wait, I'll wait.
I'll lie awake for you.

I'll cut your armies down, and turn your heart.

You wait, I'll wait.
I'll fly away,
I'll break down.

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  • A quarter sleeve featuring a stylized lion with wings, as depicted by ancient Persian mythology, with roses. A few flowers and petals extend and wrap from the shoulder toward the nape.
  • A second quarter sleeve featuring the Virgin Mary and peacock feathers, with some feathers also extending toward the nape.
  • "Resilience" written on the back of my arm, between the elbow and hand, and "Vehemence" written on the other.
  • A back piece featuring the tree drawing I've been steadily working on.
  • A small word written in calligraphic Farsi (I have yet to narrow them) on the side of my ribs.
dec 2 2007 ∞
dec 9 2007 +