Graffiti On Wayra's Walls
Webs of graffiti
Fill a dimly lit station--
Holding my map to nowhere
I trace old paint stretch far
Into abandoned rails called life.
Second Edition Of Wayra, Nette Onclaud
15 August 2019
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