Ophelia gazed below me with muddy eyes;
today i stare right through me
feel my bones like milk in my chest
a child's baby teeth sinking like stars in his mouth --
please don't cry, my love, his milk teeth shining through --
please don't cry, those tears should have been my own --
like a doll's house life
should have made me smile.
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THE OCEAN
Poetry'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...
