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Whenever I see you,
sound fails,
my tongue falters,
thin fire steals through my limbs,
an inner roar,
and darkness shrouds my ears and eyes
J.F.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The Bows + Arrows of outrageous Fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them.