Everyone is married to one thing or another,
copulated to notions of eternity.
Passions lingering myriad guises,
obfuscated through Time’s filthy lense.
Wax if only to wane,
Median jests of normalcy.
Emblematic of existence,
harbinger of bequeathed freedoms.
Defined in tattoo’s permanence,
commitment pontifcally leers.
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