Вечно молодой, вечно пьяный
<..> part from the defunct letter by Lord Alfread Douglas


Oscar... I'm decisively running mad.. The elation state comes eternal to me. But it comes with scalding wistfulness. I'm.. pulling apart.. Like an impetuous flight above unknown towns.. I'm trying to hold my breath.
I wish hearing your voice. Harking to you.. Hearing, hearing.. I want the whole World to know about us.
...It's worthless - whatever they say, whatever they mind. I know, even in Abaddon, in front of the Devil's face… you'll acquit us. The rest doesn't even matter.
Oh, I know, This letter would never be sent.. You will languish in estrangement, but I'll send only telegramms.
Await for me. Always dream of me. Every moment imagine me. Pour out your anguish in letters. Go mad, I shall be your delusion till the death comes.
And you...
I suppose, I bring the Death just like the Salome. What kind of insanity will destroy us? Yours or mine?
..You are right. I write poems, which are like apple-tree blossoms.
..I've seen the dream – when the apple-tree fetuses are grown up, they will be poisoned...
You could've run away, immediately.
Not yet.
You could not.
Too late..
With the immortal love – you are eternally mine.


Bosie
(c) .Dorian



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