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We leave graffiti marks
Like tattoos on peoples hearts.
We leave behind a piece of us
Too finish a puzzle. Mysterious.
The parts inside each , you and me
Easier said, than found you see?
We are within, what we are without
These trappings, and endless fighting.
When love is true, it’s like diamonds,
But we’re too worried too die
So we make lust last, not love.
I haven’t seen much graffiti lately.

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