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Aug 2017
Twixt regions of nether,
is a place of pure joy,
dreamed of by Peter,
and all of the lost boys.

A flower who's nectar,
is the sweetest of all,
grows in the valley,
they hear its call.

In the distance,
sensual peaks rise,
another place,
to claim a prize.

Though the boys fantasize,
about all of Wendy's locations
they have yet to catch a glimpse,
and they rub out their frustrations.
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   nanimono
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