neverneverland
trixie
wonder
,
what
fumes
,
a
scent
rolls
back
.
a
sweet
cuddle
creeping
towards
the
front
of
the
stage
.
penetrating
distance
finding
only
seldom
bridges
,
without
a
hand
towards
the
beginning
.
it
was
said
that
to
begin
again
the
air
shall
clear
.
it's
an
impossibility
,
really
for
the
hands
of
a
god
live
only
in
myths
and
the
mind's
eye
taunts
the
heart
leaving
only
a
lost
cause
,
an
empty
cup
of
coffee
or
a
blank
page
.
it's
like
a
chord
out
of
tune
strummed
for
hazy
hopes
of
children
.
a
new
life
.
no
reason
to
associate
or
leave
a
pained
plane
.
known
as
fear
veiled
by
laziness
by
sleepytime
hopes
in
vein
offering
noble
tracks
.
there
was
a
time
when
the
dull
whipping
once
excited
only
on
the
screen
.
a
never
before
the
first
tight
swallow
.
now
fuming,
a
distant
wind
.
calling
to
the
dead
,
to
return
,
neverneverland.
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