Corruption; letters to a Dark Gentleman

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We linger, overlong, 
In beds of grass
And baths of Armagnac
Impaled upon the strictures of society
Self-tortured by our own deficiencies. 

Corrupt me by degrees
And inches,
For Hell is fifty further fathoms deep
And though I try to sink into your skin
I cannot penetrate
Your nearer
Self.