Technika - Vászon , Téma / motívum - Csendélet , Stílus - Szürrealizmus , Alkotás típusa - Akril
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Alkotás leírása
For this you have been left alone: Your memories fit into a bowl And the others see only the fruit Memory lives on fructose You never have enough And then your stomach aches It makes no sense Gold turns into fruit flies and mold And you have to throw it out Because otherwise even you would grow sick of it
