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Literature Text
A warm hand holds my face,
Even as the other closes around
My throat.
The rope is rough as it
Encircles and ensnares, consuming itself
In a beloved embrace.
Filled with one small desire;
A flame to hold back the
Rapturous delight.
Under the facet’d, inundating night,
Practised hands turn;
Ouroboros rope drawn into fine wire.
A wondrous sensation blooms,
As nerves die.
(A gilded cage the frailty remains.)
Instead of the noose,
I would prefer the wire.
Even as the other closes around
My throat.
The rope is rough as it
Encircles and ensnares, consuming itself
In a beloved embrace.
Filled with one small desire;
A flame to hold back the
Rapturous delight.
Under the facet’d, inundating night,
Practised hands turn;
Ouroboros rope drawn into fine wire.
A wondrous sensation blooms,
As nerves die.
(A gilded cage the frailty remains.)
Instead of the noose,
I would prefer the wire.
Ahh, I dunno really. But if my cage is a copper wire, is it really all that can hold me back?
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While the 4th stanza is interesting, it sticks out a little bit. The whole poem lends itself to cool imagery, which is nice 