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She was the resident insomniac (The lack never showed on her beautiful mind) Her green eyes pierce the dark at 3 in the morning (The only thing sharper than her gaze was her wit) She was the wisps of flyaway hair The shadows magnifying her cheeks She was a collection of features Eyes, lips, hands Melded seamlessly, stitches invisible under the moonlight She waited up night after night (Her stubbornness was infuriatingly admirable) But the open window yielded not a soul And still she lay there, fingers twitching erratically She was never one for happy endings anyways
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
Her name isn't Wendy (And on top of that, Peter's an obdurate *******
She was the resident insomniac (The lack never showed on her beautiful mind) Her green eyes pierce the dark at 3 in the morning (The only thing sharper than her gaze was her wit) She was the wisps of flyaway hair The shadows magnifying her cheeks She was a collection of features Eyes, lips, hands Melded seamlessly, stitches invisible under the moonlight She waited up night after night (Her stubbornness was infuriatingly admirable) But the open window yielded not a soul And still she lay there, fingers twitching erratically She was never one for happy endings anyways
19/10/15
allnighters
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
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