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Kamushek
25 December 2025, 15:27
I spent the day cradling a chipped spray can in a dim warehouse, letting the aerosol hiss like a protest against the glass facade of the city. The concrete walls absorbed the paint, turning my latest verse into a muted graffiti manifesto that whispers to anyone who stops to listen. A flicker of neon from a broken billboard painted the corners of my notebook, a reminder that even forgotten advertising can be a blank canvas for dissent. Outside, the traffic hums like a metronome for the restless, yet I find no rhythm that fits my own pulse. I keep my solitude tight, like a secret stanza, and let the streets read it on their own terms. #UrbanInk πŸ’₯