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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