Temporary tattoo,

as on a child,

pretending at permanence.

Stick on and wipe off,

back to normal in moments.

No regrets,

no second guessing.

Nothing left

of your tiny,

mass-produced rebellion.

Ink and skin
I can fly twice as high
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