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Othello (Rewritten)

fear me not, though I am armed.

I have opened my entry to that next country,

and my heels sit upon its border.

gentler, guiltier than last time, I reach for thee

and as I drown and I dry, I hope for her to see.

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Published: Nov 27, 2015
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Notes: for my drama and theatre studies lesson today we had to reimagine the Shakespeare of Othello's dying speech into our own words, and then perform it- this was my reimagining.
Tags: #love #death #rhyme #afterlife #parting #shakespeare #othello #traditional

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