You walk past a forgotten corner in the city.
A grey wall, tagged with loud pink graffiti – a messy cry for significance.
Two old wooden boards lean tiredly against the wall, pretending to stand upright, but clearly unable to support anything – not even themselves.
A sawn-off pipe lurks next to them, purposeless, amputated.
It’s a setup screaming for interpretation.
This isn’t just urban decay. It’s your love life in disguise.
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