remember me?

Standard

Blood money

Smoke and smoke and mirrors

A sleight of hand has come to call

What once was held dearer

Has come to mean not much at all

And pages upon pages

Get ripped from slate-but save this!

You may need it in a second life

 

Trust in truth-but be wary!

You never know these days who’s false

Rust in proof when steel was querried

And wicker roofs against a squall

Sent cutting room in stages

Made sweet enough to taste it

Dissected to a sounding bite

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About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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