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37 Love’s Rhymes With Keats, thinking of the girl he could not have, it was like a spear going through him; with me it’s the neck of a broken bottle twisting my entrails. The oldest torture in the world is the torture got by unrequited love. It’s coloured blue and is accompanied by a token: du Ring am meinem Finger. There’s no rest, no respite from the tyranny of rhyme for love’s sake – words, turds, birds – but the poet, John Keats, was dying, literally dying in his own excrement; the fool of time, so young, coals heaped in his breast. I know it is over, time to stop sighing, crying. du Ring am meinem Finger - ring on my finger ...

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