'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
flesh white my pale milk teeth sink into me like i was never a child. open the light i'll die don't let me in the wash to my skin didn't sweep me in. and i screw the bulb tight i was weeping cold drive through the night maniacal. was never myself. sad song of myself. want to see that island again. want to see the sea again. draw stitches like pencil on my own rainy face -- could never know the joys of stitch and pain like your lovely girlchild. did i bring shame? caged and medicated, not the perfumed creature you once thought?
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