Original artwork description:

This work comes from a line of a poem I wrote. I had a crush on this woman, but it didn't work out, so I wrote this poem for her:

CALL

Call me
When you are ready
When the song
Ends with hope
And our dreams
Take us anywhere
Anywhere but here

See me
When the era of
Upheaval ends
And clarity prevails
With deadly precision

Hit me up
When the sun sets
On Eastern Boulevard

Meet me
When the dots connect
And the barren fields
Spring with hope

Sign up
For a poetic wasteland
And shattered eardrums

Honor the past
Honor the now

We are someone
Our there
We are someone

Call me when
You are ready for hope

Materials used:

spraypaint

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