I shall walk and leave a piece of art.
Dubious wall painted with matrix appetite.
Draining hot ink all over the naked street.
Splicing the beggar, the tramp, the peddler, the hiker.
The sole-fresh-omnipresent-naked form of togetherness.
Taking the souls out of the holes.
Bonding the demons and angels out of rehab.
Spreading the passion with no regression.
Inhaling the pain,
Exhaling the love.
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