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For Quickreaver (from Sam, Shakespeare) blood_and_pie February 14 2014, 03:56:42 UTC
My mistress’s eyes are midnight black.
I’d rather not think about that.
True minds’ marriage - when in disgrace -
My mind races like a caged rat.
Dear Valentine, shine on me like the sun,
and say that my tormented race is run. -Yours, Sam

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Re: For Quickreaver (from Sam, Shakespeare) quickreaver February 14 2014, 20:40:44 UTC
Oooh, deliciously dark! Run to me, Sammy. Run to me.

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Re: For Quickreaver (from Sam, Shakespeare) fannishliss February 19 2014, 03:27:23 UTC
Sammy just needs some comfort!!! :D

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Re: For Quickreaver (from Sam, Shakespeare) cassiopeia7 February 14 2014, 22:04:26 UTC
Sonnet 130 FTW! (But what's the other one?)

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Re: For Quickreaver (from Sam, Shakespeare) fannishliss February 19 2014, 03:30:20 UTC
Three main ones:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun 130
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediment 116
and When in disgrace from Fortune and Men's eyes 29

:)

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