Negative Capability
your beautiful life Rosa
buzzing in my ears
you built a dam
from clever
one I could not cross
pensive mountains in your brown hands
not much left in the box
except tall blonde eggs
your charmed life
in a purse
my lungs fill with blood
who the hell am I John Keats
my heartbreak
just a spicy little word
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