It passes,
It promises,
It gives rise to –
And rules it all out.
It bastardises the truth,
And resets all the rules,
It plays havoc with hearts,
Messes with our minds,
And wreaks of the inevitable:
Until so relentless is it’s rhythm
That we all fall in line behind it.
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words, love, hate, life, death, street art, feminism, GLBTIQ rights, human rights, anarchism, graffiti, tags, writers, writing, poetry, politics. Je suis l'artiste anciennement connu sous le nom de Flasher Fitzroy.
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