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Grafiti.
Too vile of tongue,
Their viper's ink
Does so defile
With foulest thread,
In place I wander
There to think,
Dark anger words
'Neath steps I tread.
No watching eye
The hand to stay,
Or steadfast knight
This dragon slay.
But toss of coin
To show reverse
A gift from hand
With art converse.
Let beauty flow
Upon each stroke,
A canvas wall
Becomes bespoke.
But eyes of watching
Dullards here
Out to the uniform
Call clear.
