Red Rot

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dear BORF

i hope that tomorrow, when you are sentenced, they remember that you are 18 and an art student blurring lines between vandalism and admiration

you said you were immortal, but you are not. neither you, nor your paint line words, nor your face, nor your story, nor your youth.

still i like you. black white letters, young jailed boy.

3:00 p.m. - 2006-02-07

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