Mr Wilde just so you know
You still make young men feel
Untethered by the limitations of rigid societal obligation
You tell us we lay in the gutter
But you implore to stare at the stars
Well in paltry words and feeble phrases
I reach grasping at ink dark eternity
Where crystalline brilliance twinkles
Fighting impending madness by embracing it
And laughing in my shallowness
Still your words delight
Pervasive comprehensible dribble
But deliciously decadent in thought
Let me hide my paintings so I may live forever
Wrapped up in a serenity of words
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Burn Burn Burn
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