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From " The Chronicles of Death " Graffiti There's poetry in the graffiti painted on subway walls. Illumination before your eyes in letters six feet tall. The poets of the underworld tell a cryptic message clear. Death's tugging at your shirt sleeve and he's looming ever near. It's not written by a prophet or a laureate of the day; just a few misguided souls, shepherdless sheep along the way. ![]()
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