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Jun 11
You were Peter Pan
To my Wendy.

A Lost Boy.

Who only wanted to know...
that His Voice
Mattered.

For it meant...
He was finally
Loved.

And that meant ...
It was safe to mature.
I never let you down.
White Widow
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White Widow  Detroit
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