'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...
i sever your hair at the root and we watch your loose curls gather on the newspapers below our feet. this is the second time (somewhere in my head: perhaps not the last time) and your eyes burn like mine did/will later today. i pray those clouds under your skin don't kill you and break you down like they did your mother and father so that i might keep you and not be lost --
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