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arrowYou, darken my doorjamb. I cannot see you When I peer, squinting, at what light Comes through this crack in the wall. O Pyramus, Thisbe, you shall not See me, for this light is not For you. It swathes unidirectionally -- and `tis better This way, when I am the judgearrow
Of all sight. Still I must not know How flame will propagate even in All utter night, where never was one Nor any bright welcome. It is, is it, This froth my heart igniting, when My mind's glow stays her hand; I realize who, Who has the right of it, who
Is your caretaker, and who &nbs
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Exclamation marks: it's one or none!
Ellipsis: the rest is silence
Interrobang: you mock its worth‽
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