YESTERDAY---TODAY
**YESTERDAY I WAS, OR AM I TODAY?** A wall bears the question, a child holds the silence, and a white wolf guards the space in between.
We walk through days thinking we are the same person,
but each sunset steals something from us,
and each sunrise gives back something unrecognizable.
This is not just street art.
This is a wound on the surface of time.
The dripping paint does not cry—
**I do.**
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