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Something about a properly executed
Hand to hand that’s a thing of beauty
Different than Keats in delivery
But the end results are kissing cousins
That pass into nothingness
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Nice.
“hand to hand”? …are you calling Keats a drug dealer?!?!
(love, ya boy!)
Well, feelings are electrical impulses and chemicals in the brain. So yeah, John Keats had a pocketful of stones.
Verse, fame , beauty are intense indeed.
But death intenser-death is life’s high meed.
from: “Why did I laugh tonight?”