impaled by a sharp tongue
whipped by reprimand
emotions come ustrung
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Disharmony of Keats
Truth is beauty, beauty is truth
Can one be constant, the other vary
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My foom shall become
a flower dried up
between leaves
shelved and pressed
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Even before I blink a thought
A gamma ray fllts and winks out
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hate is just another form of fear
I wear it proudly upon my head
like a wig, follows me around
makes me secure
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An historian delights, to treat,
those he dislikes, with disdain
Analyses deeds and facts with spite,
cast in an unglamorous refrain
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