Heart’s chambers

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Memory stains my fingertips,

My parted lips

Like cherries and tobacco

Exhaled on sweetness and smoke

I spoke

To the ghosts that part like the red sea

For me,

To arms that lift like Moses

To the scent of aging roses,

Softly fading to sour notes

Written red

On bathroom walls

These hallowed halls,

Made hollow in passing time

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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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