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A symphony of silence, a space inside my head. That quiet I can go to, when I can’t quite catch my breath. I’m not looking for an answer, I have them all right here, The querie`s in the questing, in the bated breath of fear, and baiting fear, & playing it, to trail along the edge, a feinted scare of falling, to turn and jump instead.

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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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