Rebellious hands clasping illegal pens,

Frantic swirls forming outlawed shapes,

Ornate designs make alias names,

A silent attempt to be remembered.

Bit by bit, hidden in plain sight,

The forsaken artist leaves his mark,

A message only the initiated can read,

A desperate attempt to be remembered.

Desecrating the desks society gave his parents,

The artist struggles against the grooves,

Of the mark his father once carved into the wood,

A vain attempt to be remembered.

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