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Tattooed declarations 

Of who were are,

Permanent signs,

Permanent scars,

Written on flesh

Etched on skin,

External images

With or without

Any real meaning,

Scribed like cavemen

And ancestors did on walls

And in hidden tombs

But they lasted eternal,

Where as these are temporary 

Wounds that when we turn to dust

Will disappear and like us will be scattered

To the four winds and lost forever,

In a meaningless struggle

And eternal endeavour.