Je l'ai écrit sur un mur et me considérais comme un artiste.

Why is it,

when we see

blank walls,

we feel the need

to leave a trace

that we were there?

"We existed!" 

"We lived!"

"We were!" 

As though

someone will see

and think 

fondly of us.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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