Memories of Hamlet

A poem about my memories of Shakespeare's Hamlet

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Psychic sensations. Conversations

with ghosts. Mesmerized by revenge,

Ophelia on the cliff, armies coming.

The drums pound; the drums pound.

The clashing of swords.

The clashing of paths.

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I write articles semi-daily! My niche is relationships and dating, interior design, astrology, self-care, and psychology. Expect lots of poetry and fiction.

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I write articles semi-daily! My niche is relationships and dating, interior design, astrology, self-care, and psychology. Expect lots of poetry and fiction.

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