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I’ll talk in between spraying.
Torre des Clérigos I spray with pathos.
Noble and loyal, I paint an ethos.
Porto in Portugal, my studio
merges into my own green cameo.
Capturing that tower in double swirls,
I reach out to flirt with departing girls.
I extrude my pink shirt onto its form
exalting the sun in a joyous storm.
Mayor Rio couldn’t fire this oddity.
Masked, I have become a commodity.
Urban interventions are my m.o.
See for yourself! I am Mr. Dheo
appearing in you in many a guise.
Who am I really? I am just your eyes.
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