Dead! Ophelia is dead!
Her hair bound with daisies,
Gold locks floating free,
She drowned in the river,
Cursing me.
She told me I was ugly,
She pulled my frizzy hair,
She teased me by the water,
And I pushed her there.
Dead! Ophelia is dead!
And I really don't care.
February 1, 2012
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