Mind Graffiti

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The colors that have splattered are 

the markings of my mind.

They are full of bright sharp edges

with soft circles at each line.

Single letters tell a story

each with bold and curvy strokes.

Sometimes loudly, sometimes softly

but each layered in the mold.

How I wish a pretty picture

could these images portray.

But instead, they are the markings

of a burst of cans array.

Have you ever painted over

walls that never seem to end?

It's impossible to phantom how

graffiti stays on sand.