Othello

Before the last hour, still instants away from her terrible fate.

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Desdemona's lament


"Aren't we but fools
in disguise?"
sighed the forlorn fair dame.

"We love with an
endless heart to meet
nothing but pain

Of a little lost embroidered handkerchief
brewed rage with
no mercy

Of silence between lovers
and ears to the wicked
sprung but beguiling murmurs."

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