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May 2018
I guess I'm just a wall with a face,
to every stranger I see as I go place to place,
to prove I won't fall is a constant race.

You know my name, not my story, who are you to
say I have no glory?  I'm not something you study in a laboratory,
I have pages to fame, my body just a territory.

I stroke, I stroke, my paintbrush starts to unfold,
what other don't know, colors born to be told.
Your just a bloke, a bloke, I shall be written in bold!

I'm a wall with a face, open, open my gate,
I'm not a gentle snowflake, your mistake, is the last string I shall take!
All smiles are fake, frowns lead to tears that cause lakes,
Look upon my Grace! Not my Face!
Nova Born
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