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the spiders peek.
the ants make home.
and the dust reside...
but
IT lies.
hé,
lies between the others.
closed in
with fabrics of brilliance
and the lip touch of excellence
his excitement...
demolished each time
he gets skipped by.

the walls close in
day by day.
but his extraordinary art
expands each time it sits.
like the hours The Portrait took
that he, Basil Hsllward, would...