etched in the margins
this graffiti that i wrote
captured as doodles
hurled in rubbish bins
english dictionaries tossed
deemed worthless no vote
i eat my noodles
neatly in a china bowl
take back what i lost
helpless as a child
etched graffiti inside books
made stupid and wild
answers found in looks
remain etched deep in my soul
gifted with the touch
intuit the thoughts
nestled in their minds not much
sense how all the dots
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