In my eerie little life
The buildings coated with graffiti
I saw the art in a new light
Because of someone interesting
A girl not much older than myself
Was arrested for an illegal mural
A painting of books upon a shelf
She signed to be seen by all
It wasn't hard for the police
To find the perpetrator
Her name in cursive for all to see
The name of this young decorator
I found her three days later
Painting again upon a fence
I asked why would she put her
Name for police then to trace?
She smiled broadly at me
And answered rather honestly
Because she simply refuses to be
"Living life anonymously."
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
In my eerie little life
The buildings coated with graffiti
I saw the art in a new light
Because of someone interesting
A girl not much older than myself
Was arrested for an illegal mural
A painting of books upon a shelf
She signed to be seen by all
It wasn't hard for the police
To find the perpetrator
Her name in cursive for all to see
The name of this young decorator
I found her three days later
Painting again upon a fence
I asked why would she put her
Name for police then to trace?
She smiled broadly at me
And answered rather honestly
Because she simply refuses to be
"Living life anonymously."
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