self-referential graffiti
self-referential graffiti, you have become: a painter of skin, a photo- journalist of mirrors, no distance between you & your subject I forget you, I shove you from my shelf, I slap away your calls, there is nothing legal between us fakers: I gave you our wheels, your modern century, and the strings we entangled, except for this one
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