

NeverlandNeverland !Neverland
As my eyes inquire the emptiness of the black sky I enjoy the softly spoken breeze caressing my hair
I feel my vision blur
and my eyes to well with tears finding myself thinking of you in the middle of neverland
I slowly bring my hand near me, my fingertips trembling
while me lips flavor
the salt of the driblets dipping inside of my mouth....
I curl my lips softly, bring them together leaving a shallow space in between
Breathe in oxygen trying to perform the famous act of kissing,
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Mirror to the
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Mirror to the
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Mirror to the
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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