graf-poetry

Tag. Bomb. Shake. Clack. Spray. Paint. Shake. Clack. I want to get high, off your paint, inhale your fumes, until I faint. Oh b-b-babe, please grafitti my soul. Freestyle your mind, onto my heart, cause your cans, to overkill, let your words, speak through art, grab your ink, and let it spill. Tag. Bomb. Shake. […]

via Grafitti my soul — PROSPERMIND

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