Well, this one came out as more of a freestyle than a poem....Hope you enjoy this nonetheless. 
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Drawn on city walls, in alleys, on trains,
Soaking poetic wisdom into our brains.
Marinating in our veins like watery rains;
In the end it will be all that remains.
Majority call it vandalism, few call it arts,
Masterpieces originating in faithful hearts.
The finish of starts, poetics off the charts,
Artist's work, or of an youth torn apart?
Blatant in its beauty, nevermind its sin,
Perfect rainbow birthmark on pale skin;
Always one of a kind, never find its twin,
Oblivious to the meaning intertwined within.
Greatness from nothing impossible to create,
Why hate or be irate at the hands of fate.
Eyes that await poetic power to sedate,
Lost in a fantasy unable to think straight.
So be quick witted, wicked, creative, speedy,
Write whats in your heart, minds are greedy.
Paper, walls, bathroom stalls forever needy,
Take a look, open up to these heart's graffiti.
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