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Shakespeare & Testament

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l’m in no opposition to your will
(for how should I when you are law to me?),
yet in your presence I do tremble still
where fever & chills will e’er still claw to me.
ln the night, I can think of nothing else,
when darkness’round my dying heart does rule
the tired wit within rhetoric sells
what claim is left the intellectual.

So let this poem play executor:
my books, my only friends, spread ’round the world;
my heart, let it be thrice quartered
& plated, that it may be served each girl

that ever touched my life. As for my soul-
let it return to you, to whom it’s owed.

-P.C. Denofrio

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