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Will they find me asleep alongside you,
when the dawns are crisp in moonsong?
The stars are pulling at my hair again,
pleading that I should visit Neverland one more time.
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"Come on! He's coming for us Kira! We have to run!"
"Who's coming for us?!"
"Captain Hook, you idiot!"
"Jack---"
"--It's Peter!"
"But it's 8:00 at night I can't just---"
"Hop out your window, Wendy! I'll catch you!"
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Can't promise I'll come home.
I never have.
If I'd be counting lunar shadows,
I wouldn't miss yours for the world.
Dreaming in sync to a glass of whine,
Fill my bowl ****** and blame it on a silver bullet.
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"What's wrong Jack?"
"This place...it's...scary..."
"Oh come on! You're always wanting an adventure, so let's keep going!"
"I'm serious----"
...........
"Jack? What is it?"
"Run."
"But---"
"Kira we have to run!"
( c r a c k . )
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It was an odd serenity,
watching your body embrace gravity and charred stone.
You tainted the river redder than any sunset
could've, your bloodstream spilled the contents of your life onto the forest floor.
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"RUN AND DON'T LOOK BACK!"
"BUT JACK---"
"I PROMISE YOU'LL BE OKAY! JUST KEEP RUNNING!"
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Oh, you'd be sixteen by now,
Peter Pan. (Jack Addison.)
And I'd never have grown up.*
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You were seven when you died.
It should've been me.
I know how you loved the story of Peter Pan.
But it was ironic how you never grew up.
When I can't sleep, I'll visit you when I'm lonely.
I'll sit under that tree.
Maybe one day I'll fall asleep and wake up beside you,
when the dawn meets the sky you can take me home.
Promise?
Ehh, I didn't try my hardest on this one.
I wrote it while I cried.
Guess I'll never learn, huh?
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