I decided on my next tattoo. It spoke to me. Out of nowhere, just sprung up from nothing, and I just drew it in and knew... that's the one. A lot of redrawing of it still remains, and a certain symbol in it is to be traded for another, but in all, I know. Not long from now, my arm will hold a raven with a cross, and it's going to mean the world.
POET in the BLOODY JAR
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