DESDEMONA
DRAWS THE ACE
The vigilance of an eternal
malediction runs like pepper
in my veins : Running hot as
I grow cold. With no other
means of transformation,
all I can do is wait. Surely
flowers shall bloom again.
Surely I shall find a way to
walk through halls of gold
and crimson - and if I do
it with you, will we sing
then of other charms? I'm
ready for travel now. My
leather valise holds an
extra pair of arms.
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