Blue, black, bruise on skin, shapely scar, handsome mark, a touch of needle steel and and ink. Once upon a time, I was the tin man, I was the woodsman, who in grief cut off his hand. Unwhole, Unwholesome, dirty and impure, cut off an arm to spite my growth, cut off my leg to spite my tall. Undo this eye, so that I may never see, undo the other so that may never weep... Paper doll cut out, I'm so ugly, I would think. Now though, the thought is, instead of mutilate, why not decorate? So slowly I cover my skin in tattoos..
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