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Dec 2009
Its not that she never stays,
She was never there to begin with.
Her mind is still living in faerietales she creates
and whenever she sees a new Peter Pan
she must change her story
so she can fly away.

The passion and soft smile never was for you-
it belonged to the hero wedged in her head-
the moment she saw you,
you were dead.
Cry Sebastian
Written by
Cry Sebastian  Hanover
(Hanover)   
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   Ochre
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