'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. i cut my nails down to the bone so that i won't hurt me like i fidget, when there's no one here to say a word to me.
II. i open and close and shimmer across the screen and dream of the neon pools above my eyes; i felt the weight of their water and washed it down, i begged for sleep where somewhere in the night i could just lay still;
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