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Wednesday, April 20
Graffiti
I wrote poetry
Like it was graffiti
Carved into an ancient cliff face
On a Thursday afternoon
When I was bored--
Convinced all at once
I am a criminal
But still looking down my nose at Them
For caring about a stone.
April 2016
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