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A Portrait of the Artist as a Lovestruck Boy Pt. 1
And what praise be for the boy carbuncular
those shallow craters wrought upon his skin
for his acute melancholy,
and wretched spine
which tease visions of Maria that won’t leave his mind.
And what are these visions that the poor boy does see,
golden strings, translucent skin,
a foreshadow of lust and wondering.
And though Sand and Sea,
contest relentlessly
he succumbs to their plight, quite willingly.
So that with an array of pills he delves into sleep’s might,
while darkness consumes, the light leaves his life
and those visions turn ‘to shadows of a gruesome street fight.
those shallow craters wrought upon his skin
for his acute melancholy,
and wretched spine
which tease visions of Maria that won’t leave his mind.
And what are these visions that the poor boy does see,
golden strings, translucent skin,
a foreshadow of lust and wondering.
And though Sand and Sea,
contest relentlessly
he succumbs to their plight, quite willingly.
So that with an array of pills he delves into sleep’s might,
while darkness consumes, the light leaves his life
and those visions turn ‘to shadows of a gruesome street fight.
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