Erm...here. This is some really rubbish work, but you might as well see it.
The winter wind is closing fast,
Tracing across my hollow palm.
I drink up the last sun-rays,
Vitamins drench my shining hair.
Like an elliptical dish, the crowing child
Would have eaten your codfish heart.
But you fed it to the crocodiles
Deemed more worthy of your love
Ugh...yes, that is really rubbish. I'm going to be ashamed of it for some time. Erm...something else...aha!
Here's the long-awaited gesture, for those of you I haven't shown it to yet. Reference from Mehmet Turgut's photograph 'Rebel 7.' The painting is called 'The Epiphany of Auntie Sunshine.'
No, actually...it's called 'Prophecy.'
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