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I watch my skin wear thin and cracked around my soul

Encased in fractured cellophane, I feel it growing cold

Wearied and transparent, I huddle `round my core

Wishing me more substance-or wishing me just more

And more than life is needed-a breath gone in then out

This plastic needs dibrided, to let the leather out

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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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