We = MC2
The little boy with sticky hands collected heaps of grime.
A contemtuous juvenile
Now just an abyss, a woe he can't deny.
(Done in pen.)
Corrected!
Done with stencils and gold acrylic paint.
"Let's dance on the sun and melt into each other's arms."
I realized after drawing this that the story said "on" instead of "in" the sun. Oh well.