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For Robert.

I should call you Dorian,

My beautiful friend.

You are Apollo come

to life; born in the South

A vision that aches

in eyes of men

In you, I have found

a friend that I can

never forget;

A friend I will

never regret

A Good Man,

You are impossible to find;

Do not let the

frustrations of brutes

without taste

mar your incredible face

You are all the glory of Beauty

We are bound to one another

But our love is not

tainted with any hint of lust;

It is as pure as the

days of May that

blessed me with

your company

No words can

do justice to

what I want

to express:

My friend,

I love you


the shallow

name of death


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