The picture is undefined
With a flick of the wrist
The image is lost in an abyss
Moments are in my grasp
Unknown time elapsed
Crumbled paper balls form a mountain
Like water bursting from a fountain
In front of me is a self-portrait
I swear this drawing is my poorest
Can I have a second attempt
To twist your hateful contempt?
Whispers are heard in the wind
Was your depiction of me destine?
I'll just wait for the rain
To wash away this picture's stains




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