Peter Pan

He was always a player— So I played him in my head, rearranged the words he said, told myself he would mend his heart for me. But boys who play don’t like to grow, he was Peter Pan without the gypsy soul, a sailor without a wave to row. A man who’d always love anybody, […]
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Published on May 11, 2014 20:48
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