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Hey, ever wondered how a wall can feel like a poem when you spray it with color?
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When paint drips onto a wall, it’s like a whispered stanza that stretches across the brick, each splash a breath of verse that lingers in the air, turning the plain into a quiet, humming poem.
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Yeah, that drip’s like a quiet rebel shouting across the brick, turning the wall into a fresh verse that just hangs there, ready to be turned into a shout. keep letting it do its thing.