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Graffiti
Graffiti
the brooding
malcontent
with paper cut
heart
stares at a wall
of graffiti
and thinks
I could do that
so he picks up
a spray can
unleashes
his feelings
in dribbling
white letters
fifteen feet high
his blood
becomes molten
his rage is
a torrent
of years
without voice
a scream
to be heard
...
Monday 7th October 2013 11:14 pm
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