Let me know in low whispers
if it’s alright for me to follow
you, utterly devoid of faith,
just so you may lead me
away
El retrato de Dorian Gray.
A place it’s fine to holler
all which is fighting to be said.
Ad infinitum;
no limits to retreat
no reasons not to stay.
P.S Why does this all rhyme with Christian Grey?
Too easy to lump it all to one ending vowel.
Stop.
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"Do you see the story? Do you see anything?... It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone." Marlow in Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad.
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