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I wish I had the words
To describe
I know I have the words
Or the art
To express
Without being noticed / Without being called out
Without being seen through and through
I’ve dedicated my wall
To whom will never know it’s for
Yet dedicated to all those who I want to see
Who are right in front of me
Instead of seeing just that one person treading in the background
Behind the halos through which that person hides from my vision
No
In my mind
They hide
In their mind
I stand a faded spirit
Ready to dissipate
I lie an inscribed name for the numbers
Ready to rise off from their wall when lost in hindsight
Even when the colour drains from the concrete of the wall
The faded spirits carry the colour through their halos that rise
And crumple and fold and melt into the mould of their heads
Graciously yet twistedly as they reveal their angels inside
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