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“I haven’t told you everything about myself.”

“I haven’t told you everything about myself.”







O, here. Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And lips, O you, the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss, and dateless bargains of engrossing breath.

O, here. 
Will I set up my everlasting rest, 
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars 
from this world-wearied flesh. 
Eyes, look your last! 
Arms, take your last embrace! 
And lips, O you, 
the doors of breath, 
seal with a righteous kiss, 
and dateless bargains of engrossing breath.