I graphite on the fourth wall.
The wall that separates your favorite mall between 'the hall pass'.
I graphite all over it;
making ukes in a B.L. realize it;
making your favorite character yell hello to you;
I'm that one kid that graphited all over the place in your old high school.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem.really beautiful