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avian ink

i've been designing tattoos for myself since the onset of summer. not sure if i'll ever put them on my skin, but it's an escape from schoolwork, and it's all the poetry i have left in me for now. what do i see? two swallows. what do they mean? it was a tradition for sailors to get one swallow tattooed when they set out to sea, the second only when they returned home. sun and moon. what do they mean? yin and yang. balance, and power. sharpness and softness. 道可道非常道 what do they mean? the first lines of the dao de jing. a paradox. "the path that can be named as such is not the enduring true path."

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avian ink

i've been designing tattoos for myself since the onset of summer. not sure if i'll ever put them on my skin, but it's an escape from schoolwork, and it's all the poetry i have left in me for now. what do i see? two swallows. what do they mean? it was a tradition for sailors to get one swallow tattooed when they set out to sea, the second only when they returned home. sun and moon. what do they mean? yin and yang. balance, and power. sharpness and softness. 道可道非常道 what do they mean? the first lines of the dao de jing. a paradox. "the path that can be named as such is not the enduring true path."

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