As painted, it might not be indelible.
Indeed people in great novels tend to say it is.
Anybody with good sense would say:
Just find a partner, anyone.
To relieve energy.
Or to satisfy fair vanities.
Or to practice for the one ahead to come.
Which of it?
Anybody, anyone.
In a funny game to play
For a moment,
instantaneous pleasure!
BUT I’m weird!
I want the one written here, somewhere…
The one faded name, illegible already
But still not washed off by lie.
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