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Shakespeare & Me & Damn Yankees (Week 12)

Sonnet 29…

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Damn Yankees .¡.’-’,

“Can you take me high enough…
—to fly me over…
—fly me over yesterday…”

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Willy `•.

“Haply I think on thee’ and then my state—
like to the lark at break of day arising
from sullen earth…
—sings hymns at heaven’s gate…”

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Me `’.,°~                              🪂

Heaven… hear me…         🪂
—lift me…
—not away from it…         🪂
—but above its weight…           🪂
—so love can fly…                                 🪂

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HIGH ENOUGH…

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    2. hey Julie.. also I was going to tell you that a couple of times I have commented on your post and they never go through… like I commented earlier on your most recent one.. and it’s not showing.. I’m probably in your spam 😁

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  9. The sullen earth grips tight, a heavy shroud of memory and regret, yet I implore you—lift me. Let the agonising weight of yesterday shatter against the relentless, ascending scream of desire. I am the lark at break of day, trembling, breaking free from the suffocating, silent loam, needing to rise into that electric blue where heartache is incinerated. Hear me. Not a cowardly escape, but a desperate flight above the gravity of what was, to where love is not a burden but wings. Take me past the horizon of sorrow. Let us rise, singing hymns at heaven’s gate, forged in the heat of a second chance, soaring beyond the misery of yesterday. It is never over. Love, carry me to the edge, where we can finally fly.

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