And all that time I valiantly tried
To paint a Dorian. To give a life,
Begotten by illusions, to a little tale
With fairest fairies and eternal shame.
The morsels of a folly and some wine of farewell.
The veil of half-truths closing eyes and snooking in a well
to feel the ashy stars bombard me with their dreams.
The painted page i got so much immersed in
that any other book seemed blank.
(in fact, my song is not a song of love, but of regret
for days and thoughts, utopically spent.)
the painted page of besottedness
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